Through my rough morning, miserable trip to the hospital, and almost equally miserable stay at the hospital, I kept thinking about what I could have done differently.
There are a few things, but what I think it comes down to is mistakenly
using expired insulin that had actually expired (unlike expired insulin
that actually has some punch left). In the grand scheme of things, bad insulin from the vial comes very late in the troubleshooting game. I almost
implicitly trust that insulin from the vial (that hasn’t been abused) is good and will work -
don’t you? This stuff was also fresh out of the box and only a few
hours out of the refrigerator.
When I started writing this post I planned on going into all of the details on how this happened to me, and what mistakes I made along the way. But I don’t want to do that. I don’t feel like opening up to even the best intended criticisms right now.
It is easy to say what someone else should have done, but something very different to work through it on yourself while spilling major ketones, fighting mid-300 blood sugars, and puking up any drop of liquid you drink.
Besides, once you’re through a problem you can always see what you should have done differently. There’s that 20/20 hindsight thing again.
The one thing that keeps coming to the surface for me is that I simply did not have time to react to anything. The ketones crept up on me in my sleep, and before I realized what was happening, it was already too late. The moment I woke up that morning I was hospital bound, and there was nothing more I could do about it.
It took about eighteen hours of nearly eight times my normal hourly insulin
doses, and countless bags of IV fluids (including a dextrose mix and
potassium) to get back to normal. They checked my blood sugar every hour, and did blood
draws every two hours. I was so dehydrated that often times they
couldn’t get blood from anywhere besides veins in my knuckles. That
was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced in my life. The acid imbalance in my body was so bad that they didn’t even let me drink water until damn near 12 hours into my stay.
I am back at home now, and I am feeling pretty good, although very worn out. I’m sure it will take me a few days to feel 100% better, and I plan on taking it easy for a while. I sure do appreciate all of you that checked in on me, sent e-mails, tweeted, called, all of that. It made my stay that much easier to tolerate. Thank you!
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you— Maya Angelou
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