Low blood sugars are not fun. Over the past ten weeks or so, I hadn't experienced many lows, but I've hit more than my fair share of highs. (And not normal highs - instead, those warm, feverish highs that made my eyes ache and suits my teeth up in sweaters.) But the lows seemed to have returned a bit, in part to a tendency to aggressively correct highs and the lack of carbs in my house this week.
Like this morning: I woke up and sat on the side of the bed for a full five minutes before getting up to test. I knew I was low, but it's like I'm unable to let myself drink the juice before testing. Instinct? Impulse? The room was thick with a cottony fog and my head was spinning, but I couldn't function clearly enough to grab the bottle of juice from the bedside table. I grabbed my meter, waited patiently for the 52 mg/dl to pop up on the screen, and only then would I let my hands wander towards the grape juice bottle.
It's frustrating. My lows over the years have become progressively stickier, taking longer to come up and with symptoms that linger far beyond their textbook-issued 15 minute window. This week's vlog entry is about lows and their irritating ways. (And I tried my best to speak more slowly, but I think I'm somehow related to the Micro Machines guy. I just talk too damn fast.)
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