|Time||Sugar Reading||Food Eaten||Insulin Units Taken|
|11pm||7.8||1 x Chicken Sandwich||30 (gl)|
I set off to Nottingham at 6am. My stomach was weird (work it out) but I decided to go for it. Unfortunately after stopping for a comfort break at Scotch Corner Services, Ferrybridge, in the hard shoulder where I wretched and was nearly sick, then again outside Nottingham in a lay-by where I was sick, I was almost doubled over with pain. I was sick (and I mean, SICK) twice once I arrived. It was the worst journey ever.
Lunch came and I was ok levels-wise so I didn’t eat. I had gone up to 9.4 for some reason by 4pm. I checked as I was about to drive over the Lincoln. I didn’t eat but took 3 units to hopefully get to 7.0 – 8.0 by bedtime for my glargine. I got to Lincoln by 6pm. I was 7.8 before bed and took 30 units of glargine.