My Lowest BG: How I Handled It and What It Taught Me

There should be an asterisk after this blog title…because this is going to be about the lowest bg that I can really remember and have an actual blood sugar to associate with it.

Let me elaborate…

My real lowest low happened when I was in high school – I got out of bed one morning, stumbled down the stairs, and slurred to my mom that I wanted a bowl of Special K cereal for breakfast (she couldn’t understand what I said and promptly panicked before realizing I must be low). I don’t know what my blood sugar level was that morning because I neglected to do a fingerstick check, but I do know that it was a downright freaky incident that’s cemented in my memory.

But another new incident recently occurred that shook me in a similar way.

It was 1:30 A.M. I was nodding off when I heard my Dexcom alarming. I checked it and was somewhat surprised to see that I was 92 with two double down arrows. (I say “somewhat surprised” because in the earlier evening hours, I spent 3-4 hours chasing a stubborn high blood sugar and definitely wound up stacking insulin doses.)

Even though I wasn’t feeling any low symptoms, I decided to start treating the low. I ate two boxes of mini raisins, equaling about 20 carbs…

…and swiftly grew worried when I saw the number on my Dexcom app to continue to drop.

Below 55.

Okay, let’s have another box of raisins.

Below 50.

Alright, let’s do a fingerstick check.

42.

Sheesh, I’m fumbling around in the dark, trying to locate my meter…

LOW.

By the time my Dexcom said “LOW”, it was confirmed on my meter that I was, indeed, quite low. 35, to be exact.

If only my Livongo meter knew I needed a whole lot more than a tablespoon of sugar, jam, jelly, or honey…

And that was a number that frightened me.

Thank goodness I wasn’t alone when I was dealing with this 35 (that wound up lingering for a solid 15-20 minutes before slowly creeping up about 45 minutes after I ate my first box of raisins).

Thank goodness I had someone there to make sure I had plenty of sugar in my system before I fell asleep.

Thank goodness I had a can of regular ginger ale, some Reese’s, Dove chocolates, and popcorn all within arm’s reach (yes, I really did need to eat all those carbs in order to treat this one low).

Obviously, I recovered from this scary low, but it taught me that now that I’m living alone and won’t always have someone around me in the middle of the night, I should start thinking about inviting someone to follow me on the Dexcom app.

The next day, I talked to my parents about what happened and the three of us agreed that my dad will receive notifications if/when my blood sugar drops below 55. I feel a lot better knowing that he has access to my levels and that he knows to contact me if I’m low.

I’m not exactly grateful that I experienced this very low blood sugar…but I do appreciate that it’s reinforced the importance of having a nightstand fully stocked with low treatments as well as making sure that my family has a way of checking in on me when I may need their support.

3 thoughts on “My Lowest BG: How I Handled It and What It Taught Me

  1. Ah heck a good low is waking up naked on the floor with 6 fireman standing around and your wife saying I dont know what happened, he was so violent. Or finding yourself in a fountain at your local hospital demanding that test strips be easier to get out. How about the infamous pantry throw. When I tossed everything out of the pantry, across the room, against the wall while Sheryl sat and looked at me as she was thrilled that the pantry needed cleaned out and she knew that now I was going to do it.w

    My favorite was in the local Kroger in the cereal aisle, with tow open boxes of Frosted Flakes yelling their GREEAAAAAT!!!!!!!!

    My lowest recorded by the fireman was 17, I think i had actually come up a bit. Now you know why Sheryl points me to the pantry when I am low. Its nothing to do with that is where the food is, nope it has to do with her need to get it cleaned out once again. I might be looking for that box of Frosted Flakes, after all their GREEAAAAAT!!!!!!!!

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    • OMG at all of that! I once had the fire department show up to my house for a bad prolonged high bg that nearly made me pass out…but it was very embarrassing because my dad is my town’s fire chief so I know all the guys personally. They saw me in a puddle of sweat and they were like, what happened HERE?!

      We all need a Sheryl in our lives, BTW.

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