I had a bad night. These thing happened every so often. My wife and I went out to eat, and I miscalculated (big time) the carbs in my food. I ended going extremely low at 2:00 am. My wife woke up to me struggling in bed. She test and I was 24!!! She tried with the OJ, but I could not drink. Then I fell off the bed onto our hardwood floors and night stand next to the bed. I cut my arm badly, I my forearm is all bruised. MY wife had her hands on the phone ready to call 911 because I was moving too much for her to give me a glucigon shot. She was finally bale to give me the shot, and we stayed up to watch my sugars. These nights suck, but after 34 years with type 1, I have learned that it is not always easy to balance food, insulin, and activity. 99 percent of the time I get it right, It is just that 1 percent. I did go onto to ski race today and came in first in my age group. I got a gold medal at the race today. My wife is a life saver.
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