I’ve equated that my unintentional weight loss is due to me cutting my Lantus (night insulin) by half. And I did that only to save money because every vile has about 200 units (and costs about $75) and if I take 20 units every night instead of 40, I’m saving money…
Is saving money saving myself? Absolutely not. So I’m back on 40 units and last night I walked about a mile both ways to the dollar store. When I got home, my legs felt like jello and I thought my blood sugar was high (sometimes the symptoms of high and low mimic each other) so I took 4 units of Novalog.
Minutes later, I felt like I was going to pass out. I checked my sugar and it was 33. Dangerously low. So I essentially put myself in insulin shock. I told my dad that I was going to die and went to sleep. I woke up a few times to eat because I still felt weird but after 7 pm, I was out.
This morning my mother listened to her parental instinct and went to my living area to check on me. I wasn’t responding. I don’t remember any of it but I do remember my mom stuffing cookies and grapes into my mouth. Force feeding me. Haha.
I laugh about it now but I have way too many near death experiences that it’s just life. It’s fucking scary. God, I’m so glad I have my mommy.
So taking more lantus is scary… Only because shit like that can happen until my body adjusts to it.
My blood sugar multiplied by 100 divided by 7. This would be easier if I had an insulin pump. That’s another investment that I can’t make right now.
Maybe I should start a fund or something. Hmmmm, I don’t know friends. I don’t want to die from this disease.
Btw, this is my 500th post! Sooowooop!!