Whoosh! A Bullet Just Spun By...
The only reason I discovered it was cause he unclipped his pump to take a bath and I decided to glance at the bolus history, just to catch up on my log before his clinic appt on Tuesday. HOLY SHIT. Sorry, but HOLY SHIT.
I called him in from the bath... God, can you imagine? Taking a bath with that much insulin onboard? He would've passed out in the water. Glucagon, 911 call, paramedics... the script is very easy to write. That is a massive amount of extra insulin.
I called the clinic emergency line, who ordered me to begin feeding him fast-acting carbs ASAP. So within the space of 20 minutes, that's what he had... 3 juice boxes, 1 juice can, 2 tubes of cake mate decorating gel, 9 glucose tablets, a huge bowl of cereal with vanilla soy milk... I tested him about every 10 minutes for a half hour and he never got below 96 or over 150... although he looked so low there (even though the meter wasn't registering low, he must've on his way towards a serious crash) and he even said "I want to go to sleep... please let me sleep... I can't eat anymore... I'm going to be sick..." If I'd let him sleep, he wouldn't have been waking up without a glucagon injection.
At last he got everything in. Finally, an hour and a half later he seems pretty stable (though peeing a ton... well, with all that juice!) so I fed him a peanut butter apple to keep him stabilized through the night. Any high tonight, I am not supposed to correct at all. I'm to check him every hour until midnight and then I'll probably get up at 3 to check again. Oh. My. God. Can you imagine if I hadn't peeked at the pump? SCARY.
School starts tomorrow. I was so excited about it, but now the night from hell awaits us. Oh, and he has a stomachache too. No wonder. But I'm just glad he didn't puke up all that juice and stuff. I think it's all gonna stay down.
I FREAKING HATE, HATE, HATE AND DESPISE THIS FUCKING, SUCKING, DISEASE.