Larry Bird, No One Invited You.
My symptoms of low blood sugar used to run the gamut: numb mouth, dizziness, sweating, crying at will, shakiness, inability to see completely clearly but a heightened sense of hearing ... fun stuff. The symptoms of a low blood sugar can really suck.
But you know what sucks even more? Not having any symptoms at all.
A few days ago, I was making lunch for BSparl and trying to clean up the kitchen (never a good idea at the same time), and my hands felt a little fluttery. But nothing really worth paying attention to for more than a second. BSparl devoured her rice cereal and mushed up bananas and then she was down for her nap.
As I closed her bedroom door, I heard the Dexcom BEEEEEEP!ing from the kitchen counter. There's a different sound associated with the "low" and "high" alarm, and I was surprised to hear the low alarm sounding.
"I feel fine." I said, matter-of-factly, but not sure I meant it. I did feel just slightly ... off. Abby (the cat) meowed as she circled around my ankles. But a swipe with my blood sugar meter showed me at 33 mg/dl.
Oh come on, Larry. I love you, man, but not like this. Not as a blood sugar.
The problem was that I didn't feel low. At all. I didn't have even a whisper of a hint from my body that my blood sugar was rapidly heading towards chaos. If it hadn't been for the Dexcom, I'm not sure I would have tested.
Instead, I found myself standing in front of the fridge and sucking down grape juice straight from the bottle. (Note: Don't drink the juice at my house. I've licked all the bottles.) Auto-pilot kicked in and I treated that 33 mg/dl as though I could feel every bit of it.
Oddly, I didn't start to feel low for another five minutes or so, when my blood sugar started to come up a bit. Such a strange thing, but when I'm coming up from a Larry low (read: in the 30's), it doesn't throttle me until my blood sugar starts the journey back upwards. Around the 50 mg/dl mark, I started to hit the sweats, the adrenaline panic, and that weird, white fog of precision that envelopes me when I'm low.
This lack of symptoms has me very nervous lately. I know that my numbers have been both pinging and ponging all over creation lately, but it's downright creepy when I'm at a blood sugar so close to chaos and I feel like I could happily climb into my car and start driving, or pick up my daughter and start dancing, or wait just a little while longer before deciding to have a snack. My body doesn't give me the hints I need anymore, and I'm not sure why.
Diabetes is messing with my head.
My paranoid (and hyper-sensitive) Dexcom continues to wail even after I'm back up to 70 mg/dl, but I find the noise comforting. I know I'm back in range, and I don't have that feeling of confusion or fogginess.
"I feel fine," I said again, only this time I meant it.