Cool_Healed
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Late bloomer when it comes to Type 2. Tried Metformin for about a quarter of a year before switching gears to Mounjaro. My doc did warn me that Mounjaro's side effects can be a bit more intense, and that I really needed to be on top of my blood sugar checks. I gave a confident nod, but then promptly forgot. After all, I didn’t bother with testing while on metformin, and things seemed fine.
First couple of weeks with the injections were smooth sailing, just a weird feeling a few hours post-injection. But after the third shot, I ate breakfast but totally skipped lunch and supper because I simply wasn't hungry.
Later that night, my kiddo came in, and I asked her to crank up the space heater 'cause I was shivering. I was thinking, I must just be cold, right? Heater aimed at my desk while I kept typing away, waiting for the warmth to kick in.
But nothing. An hour flew by, and I was still shaking like a leaf. Why so frigid? I even poked around my stomach, wondering if something was bleeding in there. Felt alright.
Super thirsty too, so I wandered off to the kitchen for a diet soda. On the way, my daughter asked me to make some popcorn, and I had to decline, saying I wasn't feeling too hot.
The one smart thing I did was loop my daughter in and ask her to keep an eye out for any weirdness. She was the one who pointed out that my shivering might be the new med. Honestly, it hadn't even clicked. I hopped in a hot shower to warm up, even though I didn't really *feel* cold.
While standing there in the shower, I looked up the side effects. Nausea? Nope. Diarrhea? Nope. Indigestion – isn't that the same as nausea? Whatever, nope. Pancreatitis... please no. No tummy pain, at least.
Around page three, I saw a note: Mounjaro itself doesn't cause hypoglycemia. Good to know. But it can kill your appetite, and *that* might lead to low blood sugar.
Bingo. I skipped two meals, remember?
So I Googled hypoglycemia symptoms. Shakes – check. Racing heart – check. Pale face – yup, shaving mirror confirmed. Crap.
Mayo Clinic time. Needed sugar, stat. We were fresh out of sugary drinks, of course. Got out of the shower, got dressed, and texted my daughter to bring me a popsicle. Sugary overload, but I forced it down. Ten minutes later, sprawled on the couch, I asked her for a spoonful of straight sugar, which I also choked down. And then I forced myself to eat a real meal (surprisingly hard when you have zero appetite).
Slowly but surely, the shakes faded. But, being the genius I am, I then ordered some glucose strips online so I could monitor my blood sugar. They showed up a few hours later, and I spent a good five minutes puzzling over the instructions before realizing the strips were as useful as a chocolate teapot without a glucose meter. I somehow thought you could dip the strips in your blood and read them like a pH test.
I've since stocked up on glucose tabs, got a proper monitor, and make myself eat three squares a day whether I want to or not. No repeats since, so I dodged a bullet.
Be like Gallant and listen to your doctor's instructions when taking Mounjaro. Don't be like Goofus (me) and just do whatever without thinking.
First couple of weeks with the injections were smooth sailing, just a weird feeling a few hours post-injection. But after the third shot, I ate breakfast but totally skipped lunch and supper because I simply wasn't hungry.
Later that night, my kiddo came in, and I asked her to crank up the space heater 'cause I was shivering. I was thinking, I must just be cold, right? Heater aimed at my desk while I kept typing away, waiting for the warmth to kick in.
But nothing. An hour flew by, and I was still shaking like a leaf. Why so frigid? I even poked around my stomach, wondering if something was bleeding in there. Felt alright.
Super thirsty too, so I wandered off to the kitchen for a diet soda. On the way, my daughter asked me to make some popcorn, and I had to decline, saying I wasn't feeling too hot.
The one smart thing I did was loop my daughter in and ask her to keep an eye out for any weirdness. She was the one who pointed out that my shivering might be the new med. Honestly, it hadn't even clicked. I hopped in a hot shower to warm up, even though I didn't really *feel* cold.
While standing there in the shower, I looked up the side effects. Nausea? Nope. Diarrhea? Nope. Indigestion – isn't that the same as nausea? Whatever, nope. Pancreatitis... please no. No tummy pain, at least.
Around page three, I saw a note: Mounjaro itself doesn't cause hypoglycemia. Good to know. But it can kill your appetite, and *that* might lead to low blood sugar.
Bingo. I skipped two meals, remember?
So I Googled hypoglycemia symptoms. Shakes – check. Racing heart – check. Pale face – yup, shaving mirror confirmed. Crap.
Mayo Clinic time. Needed sugar, stat. We were fresh out of sugary drinks, of course. Got out of the shower, got dressed, and texted my daughter to bring me a popsicle. Sugary overload, but I forced it down. Ten minutes later, sprawled on the couch, I asked her for a spoonful of straight sugar, which I also choked down. And then I forced myself to eat a real meal (surprisingly hard when you have zero appetite).
Slowly but surely, the shakes faded. But, being the genius I am, I then ordered some glucose strips online so I could monitor my blood sugar. They showed up a few hours later, and I spent a good five minutes puzzling over the instructions before realizing the strips were as useful as a chocolate teapot without a glucose meter. I somehow thought you could dip the strips in your blood and read them like a pH test.
I've since stocked up on glucose tabs, got a proper monitor, and make myself eat three squares a day whether I want to or not. No repeats since, so I dodged a bullet.
Be like Gallant and listen to your doctor's instructions when taking Mounjaro. Don't be like Goofus (me) and just do whatever without thinking.
I'm clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed either.
