Floored.

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Tra la la, not calling, not even really looking.

As of a few days ago, my policy is to pretty much never look at Share while Bubs is at school.

Yesterday I got into my car and I accidentally looked. The boy was low, and had been for almost two hours, or at least Share said so. The usual chain of events happened. (The urge to text-nudge him to treat the low and/or prompt him to reassure me all’s well. While not wanting to interrupt him at school/let on that I was looking. Followed by the urge to call the nurse to ask if he had treated the low and/or have her reassure me he was ok.)

I recognized this was mostly about my own need to be reassured, not about actually being helpful. So I started to drive home.

A few minutes later, okay-ness confirmed.

A few minutes later, okay-ness confirmed.

When I got home, I peeked at Share. Bubs = fine. Not texting/calling was correct, wise, safe, and all of those good qualities. Good job, me! “Well look at that, I am learning to be a normal human being,” I thought. “Me, me, me, so grown up,” I thought next, like any regular adult person thinks after doing some normal thing.

After the after school activities, as Bubs buckled into the car, he asked if he could go to bed early. I asked if he was feeling okay. He had never before expressed interest in going to bed at all, never mind early. He told me something embarrassing had happened. The embarrassing thing was that he’d fallen asleep in class. He said he woke up on the floor with the teacher gently asking if he was okay and suggesting the attention of the nurse.

BF: Oh, errr—was this at around (whatever) o’clock? I could see on the Share you were low.

BUBS: No, it wasn’t that. I didn’t feel low. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open and the next thing I knew I was on the floor. I think I just…fell asleep.

BF: Oh. But was it at the same time that you were low?

BUBS: Um, nahhh, I don’t think I was low yet. And it was weird; I just was sitting there, and then I guess I fell asleep and then I woke up on the floor, and the teacher was like, Whoa, buddy, hey, buddy.

BF: Could it be that you were really low, and that’s what made you feel like sleeping on the floor?

BUBS: Well no, but when I got to the nurse I was low. But in class, I was just suddenly asleep, and then I was awake, and I was in the nurse’s office and I was low.

This is a new thing. But what is the thing? Not recognizing lows as lows, liking class so much he doesn’t want to leave, hormones, Mademoiselle Grey tea instead of decaf black tea, of rainy/chilly instead of muggy/hot…? Or the new thing could be narcolepsy? (Narcolepsy followed by low BG.) I don’t know how to do this at all.

Meanwhile, this got my complete attention. Totally together people, with a totally together kid, had an out-of-the-blue low, complete with floor.

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9 responses to “Floored.

  1. Polina

    Oy. I don’t even know what else to say. Because wtf diabetes.

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  2. Fortunately I haven’t passed out from lows very often, but it can be just like going to sleep. One second you’re there and the next second you’re not. I definitely remember having paramedics hovering over me and not wanting to “wake up.” Just wanting to sleep. I will say that stuff like this I have never figured out in the moment. It’s always looking back at it later and starting to understand what happened. Quite a lot to expect of a kid.

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  3. Oh, I’m sorry… Very upsetting. That doesn’t exactly reinforce the “don’t bother to look — everything will work out just fine” theory. So I wonder what your take-away is now. After a half hour, call the school? Have your son text you that he’s treating his low every time it happens? I don’t know what I’d do.

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  4. Bonni

    Wait a sec, would he wake up so naturally and calmly like that if it were a low?
    This is going to take me to an all new level of freaking-the-hell-out which I realize is the point!

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  5. Ann

    Still so tired? Otherwise sick? Like mono sick? I hope not.

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  6. Can’t say I’ve done entirely the same thing, but over the last few years, I’ve developed that “so-tired-need-coffee-NOW” symptom of being low. Not feeling low at all, just feeling tired. I’ve had to train myself to check my BG if I feel unjustifiably tired, because it may be for that very reason. (And when I do treat the low with sugar, I also treat the tiredness with coffee…sweetened with Splenda…because, habit.) Similarly, I’ve had to train myself to check my BG if I wake up at night for no apparent reason. Suddenly, the low feelings are entirely different than they used to be.

    On another note, my experience with Dexcom is that, while it’s usually wonderfully accurate, it’s slow to reflect a recovery from a low. By slow, I mean it would still show 66 and level when I’m actually 122 and rising. It takes a fingerstick to know if the treatment is working — but if someone were relying on Share data, they wouldn’t know I’m recovering and would worry.

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  7. Everything Scott said ^ is what I was going to say! Sometimes I get very sleepy when I’m just heading low, not actually low, and then realize I’m headed that way, or realize it once I’m low. (39 years with type 1, just fyi). And same about the Dexcom – it can take recalibrating it after a low to get it to read accurately again… Does your son have the receiver on him? Is he usually good about looking at it once in a while, even if he’s not feeling low? Seems like that is the only thing that could really help, because you can’t be showing up at school every time he appears low!

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  8. skchrisman

    Oh, how awful. Sleepiness is a sign for us while low hits when in a sleepy situation (trying to pay attention in class with no giddyup, during a car ride or hanging on the couch). If she’s with me, the first thing I ask is if she’s low. We’ve been car’d, couch’d, chair’d. Never floor’d. Aw. Bubs. (Mine is being tested in February for narcolepsy, but I would be surprised if it were true.)

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  9. I did this once in school. When I was six-ish. Teacher woke me up and asked if I needed to go to the nurse. I said, no. And then changed my mind 15 minutes later (much to the teacher’s annoyance). But just the once.

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