while watching TV (or doing anything sedative), i know almost exactly what i need to bring a low up into target range, and i know about how long it will take for my BGs to climb. for me, patience is a virtue. i can pretty much tell you how much apple juice i need to bring a 35 BG into range without even thinking about it. i know how much i need to bring a 50 back into target range. its a good thing for me, as i know how different foods, juice, or Gtabs take before i even bother to re-test, no matter how lousy i feel at the time.
on the other hand, my husband goes into manic panic mode ! and we have been together for 25 years. you’d have thought he would know to trust in my decision making to alleviate my correction by now; also, i have even brought him to my CDE (who’s husband, coincidently, is a pump wearing T1D ) so that she could explain to my hubby to stop panicking. take a chill pill; stop stuffing food into my mouth (ice cream, OJ, chocolate, Ovaltine with milk, cookies, etc) and i have even brought him to see her 2 more times since. i have even brought him to talk with my imbecile Endo for a lecture.
my husband listens to no one. he won’t even listen to my meter (hahaha)
so heres the deal: what funny (or not so funny) stories do you have to tell about your experiences with your partner/spouce /child/ self regarding severe hypoglycemia? lets face it; we’ve all had them. there must be something to tell.