Recently, I’ve had a lot of low (hypoglycemia) blood sugars. I’m not sure why, it’s been happening a lot at work. The first occurrence happened on the Memorial Day weekend, when we have a 3 day weekend we have to double the work load. I don’t work on Saturday or Sunday–the clock is still rolling, deadlines have to be met. I ate chicken fried rice (homemade) for lunch. I bolused for 34 carbs, extended 50% of my bolus out for 2 hours and ate lunch. I went back to my desk, back to work I went. Running around the office, I felt a little light headed. I felt my world spinning. I tested my blood sugar; meter read 58. I looked in my purse for my glucose tabs, nothing there. I checked my desk drawer, no glucose tabs. I was ok, I asked my co-worker to grab me some candy. My co-worker was scared, people started coming to my desk. “Are you ok?” I let them know I was fine. “Do you need chocolate?” No, thank you. “Do you want me to go to the car to get the glucose tablets?” No, I’m ok. I don’t want to over treat my low. A few minutes passed, re-checked and my meter was 56. The words weren’t coming out of my mouth as fast as my mind was processing them. My Supervisor came over to me, “You are not driving home. Joy will drive you to pick up Niya. You will sit at Joy’s house for a few hours before you can go home.”
My Motto: NO TALKING WHILE LOW! I don’t want to say anything I can’t take back. I have a lot of emotions running through my head, don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
I decided to explain the importance of the CGM. CGM’s get denied a lot; due to the Pt’s health plan but at least she has a better understanding.
I ate a piece of bread w/ peanut butter, bg 78! yeppie!! I can go home. My Supervisor asked me to Humor her, let someone take me home. LOL, I’m really ok. I don’t need anyone to driver me anywhere. She said, “Cherise, humor me.” I obliged. I hung out with my friend Joy for a few hours. Checked bg it was 120. I texted my supervisor to let her know I made it home ok. I returned back to work on Tuesday, “Are you ok?” Yes. I told my supervisor, “I felt like a hostage, held against my will.” She said, “We care about you! WE didn’t want anything to happen to you.”
It’s great to work with people who care, at the same time it could be a little overwhelming. Are your co-workers a little over protective of you?