The past months have been crazy work-wise. I finished my research assistant-contract by May 14th, without actually being done with all the different projects I had been involved in the past year, partly because the instruments needed for sample analyses had been out of order most of the spring. I had also received some samples from the German group that I have now joined for my PhD-study, and I had hoped for the analyses of these to be done before I went to
After I finished my contract I had a few days to prepare for the holiday that Jimmi and I had planned. We went to Rhodes for a week, and just by chance one of my father’s colleagues, who is married to a native Rhodean (is that what people from
Our return from
Due to the late arrival at home after our trip to Rhodes of course the better part of that day was used for sleeping and taking care of a lot of laundry, because I was to leave for Hamburg just a couple of days later.
Just before leaving for
The readings below 2.0 (36) are not only a worry to me but just as much to Jimmi, who of course has been deeply concerned about me going to Germany by myself. I do understand his concern, however, I have lived by myself before, and I have been confident that I would be able to do so again and after all it was only for little more than 2 weeks. I thought of it as a chance to prove to him that it could be managed before having to leave for
Unfortunately, my stay in
Tuesday was a real rollercoaster-day, where high readings caused corrections that would then send me low. In the evening I went out for a walk, but didn’t get far before I could feel my legs not willing to support me anymore. I had to stop in the middle of a square along Reeperbahn, sit down and wait for half a package of glucose tabs to do their job. After that I completed my errands, and returned to my room around 8:20 PM. My intension was to test right away, and I had actually prepared both meter and lancer for this, I just never got around doing so, apparently already being low enough for my brain not to function properly.
I barely remember talking to Jimmi on my mobile phone, because I had problems logging on to my computer (we usually would use Skype to talk to each other in the evenings, in stead of spending a lot of money by using our mobile phones). I do remember glancing at my wrist watch at 9:30 and 9:45 PM, but after that and until about an hour later I only have flashes of memory – which I don’t even know if to trust – about what I was doing or what happened around me. What I do remember, though, when slowly coming out of this nasty low, is my room being crowded with people I did not know, the only familiar face being my neighbour, who also happened to be a diploma student in the lab. He was generously handing me cola (the sugared variant), and assured the paramedics – and whoever else was in the room – that they didn’t have to do more, when they had gotten a reading of 53 (in my foggy brain it took some time to realize that the result was not 5.3, when they showed me the meter, and subsequently do the math to convert this value into one that I could relate to, i.e. 2.9 mmol/l). He would stay with me until I had safely recovered. So he sat with me and told me what had happened, and that I should probably call my boyfriend because he was worried. Before I had a chance to do so, however, my dad called as it was apparently my parents who had alarmed the institute that I needed help. Jimmi had called them because I failed to answer his calls 10-20 min after he had called the first time and noticed that I was low (he told me afterwards that he called back several times before he proceeded to alarm my parents because I had told him that I had eaten some glucose tabs and so he wanted to give these a chance to take effect). Talking to my parents afterwards they also encouraged me to contact Jimmi as soon as possible, because when he called my parents he was apparently already in the process of arranging some transportation to get him to Hamburg ASAP.
I spent 30-45 min talking to Jimmi trying to make him reconsider his decision about coming to
I hate the fact that it happens, especially because it had actually been a long time since paramedics was needed, and I felt confident that I could handle it. That it did happen, however, makes me think that maybe I ought to pursue the Paradigm real-time system more, even though I don’t know if it is available in DK yet. Though this system is certainly not perfect yet – as can be seen from all the comment and suggestions that Will received after posting about Medtronics wish to gain input from the (potential) users of their system – it could perhaps provide me, and not least Jimmi, with a little more trust in the ability to prevent severe lows. I don’t know. I will discuss it with my D-nurse, and find out what else can be done during the coming 2 months before I am likely to be off for