Break Glass In Emergency.
BSparl and I made our first trip out today into Boston proper, so I'm wicked late on writing my post for DBlog Week. (I apologize for my tardy, bloggy arse.) But when I was thinking about this topic last night while I waited for the baby to decide yes, she'd like to go back to bed after her 4 am feeding, thank you very much, I knew I couldn't wax on about the old school low blood sugar treatments I used back in the day.
Like the white, BD glucose tabs that tasted like the Lick n' Dip sticks and came in foil-wrapped packs of three. Or the packets of honey they'd dole out at Clara Barton Camp. Or the bottles of grape juice that hide out in my fridge at this very moment. Or the many flavors of glucose tabs that, despite their color or packaging, still tasted like the same flavor: chalk.
Because when I'm low, I don't want the recommended fifteen grams of carbs. I don't want to wait patiently for my blood sugar to rise. I want to grab the hammer and break the glass, as suggested in times of emergency, and house a whole bag of Reese's Pieces.
Those things? Are the freaking bomb.