But not in the traditional sense of hungover - this one's BG-related.
Last night, B and I settled in for takeout and TV. Thursday nights are often this way, and with the season premiere of Fringe and The Office in the wings...well, wild horses would have had to drag me off the couch. I got a meatball parm sub and was looking forward to it immensely - it's been crisp here the past couple of days, and I've been craving warm foods like nobody's business.
The sandwich was giant. I was starting out in the 60s. I did a conservative estimate of 70g of giant breadliness, bolused and we sat down. Maybe an hour later, and I noticed I was slurring and losing my train of thought - BG time. 38. Crap.
Juice + freaking out, trying to figure out what this meant for the next few hours: Why isn't dinner hitting at all? The tomato sauce should have bumped me, even if the bread was taking forever. How much should I treat for? Current low, or is this gonna be a sticky low I'm battling for the next 4 hours?
I opted for present-tense (working on not being too paranoid about those IOB numbers Dig keeps showing me) and did a generous 10-sip treat. Went back to the couch. And was rewarded with a 53 an hour later. Ugh.
Suffice it to say, I thought I got it all under control. My BGs were cruising under 120. At 11, I tested, got a 96 and was pleased - brushed my teeth, washed my face, hopped into bed. And jumped back out again 10 minutes later, feeling weird. 242 - a huge leap in just 38 minutes. Ugh.
I did not see a number below 200 again until 11:30 a.m. today. I feel like ass - dry and headachey, exhausted, just plain old gross - and I'm frustrated. I have no idea why it happened or why all of my BG reactions were so insanely severe. This wasn't a normal night for yours truly, and I'm just sitting on crossed fingers that the weekend won't see a repeat performance.
Eff meatball parm.