Dearest Lesley, and, of course, you too, maybe not so sweet Cheekyface,
Wowsa! You're having an interest day/night, aren't you?
Jumpy is okay and expected.
How is Cheeky? Is he doing better than you? Probably, right?
Maybe sometime, I'll find the link to when I went to test Nikki and the meter battery died, figured what the h*ll, shot full dose -- and then, had a feeling... Called a dear friend who suggest switching the battery from the old meter which had no test strips to the new meter that had test strips, and, apparently I calculated to not my English in my angst. That's when I got the 3.1 and couldn't remember the times 18 conversion. So, actually posted what is 3.1 in American English. Got an immediate response of 56. Don't you just love this Board?!
So called my dear friend back, pretty much hysterical, and said, Oh my God, I've given Nikki full dose of 2.25 units of Levemir and 15 minutes (and battery switch) later, she's 56. She suggested I go straight to the ER. I mentioned I'd been collapsed with the flu for three days and had bed hair to prove it. She remembered that one of my neighbors, actually my landlords, had a cat, and suggested they might have dry food. I flew out the door and knocked on theirs. It was an interesting fashion statement...
They did, indeed, have dry food -- and know, Nikki is diabetic. It was the first time she crunched food since her arrival some two years before. She actually went down to 36 45 minutes later. I never once flinched and gave her syrup as she was completely asymptomatic. I relied on higher carb food that moved her up and sustained her. Yeah, she and I paid for it for a few cycles after... It was Valentine's Day. I asked her to never, ever give me a present again...
I know you're having an interesting day, Lesley. Just don't panic. Cheeky's already moving up. You will go to work tomorrow. You might have a couple of fresh circles under your eyes. In the US, it's still really early. We'll be watching, okay?
Much love and countless non-panicking hugs for you both,
Deb and Nikki (i was really just trying to give her a present...) -- and, Giz, who taught me the level of guts involved when she casually strolled down to 28... She was fine. I became an absolutely hysterical 15-minute home tester... She was like, What's all the fuss?
PS: Cats... Sheesh... Sugar cats... Extra sheesh... I know, I've been incredibly lucky. It's why we home test.
First time Maxwell did that to me he had been here exactly 4 days...I lost it.