The worst kind. The low that gets my arm jerking up uncontrollably, that has my eyes feeling like they're rolling back in my head...I don't know, maybe they do.
I go from feeling sorta woozy, and maybe low, to suddenly, oh yeah this is low, and not good. Pouring juice before the meter even confirms it, because I KNOW it now. My arm is starting to move of its' own volition.
And of course, with this comes panic.
I am alone treating this low, family out and not coming home tonight. Flashes of the last time this happened start to torment me, I couldn't see at all that time. That time, I couldn't hear, speak or see. I just sat and let my convulsing arm shove glucose tabs at my face and hope they hit my mouth. But Luc was with me that time. I try to prep myself, just in case I lose my vision and maybe my lucidity.
My bottle of Dex4 is in my lap. My meter is there, and I have more juice ready. For some weird reason, I shove popcorn into the microwave.
Alone on the couch, I sit and eat popcorn, already too full from supper to be able to handle more food. Because of course that's when this happens. I am full of food-I just took too much insulin.
I stop eating the popcorn. It's making me sick.
You'd think I would have grabbed the phone to have it near me....
The sweat hits. I feel so out of control. I can't walk properly at this point. I am not even sure why I am trying, but my mind keeps saying there's something to do in the kitchen.
Finally, I start to feel it-the slow creep of a rising blood sugar. A bit of calm, rational thought returning. I know I am going to pay for downing those 9, 10, 11? Dex4 tabs, way too many carbs. My blood sugar will be sky high later. But that's ok. Because I was alone, and I made it.
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