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From Abby: Larry Bird at Yoga.

Larry Bird is great, but only as a basketball player.  We don't need to see him on our meters after exercise.  Abby shares her brush with Larry in today's post.

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Ugh.  Bird is NOT the word."Time for your final rest. Savasana. Let it all go."

This is usually the time of a yoga class where you lay down, meditate, and lose all contact with your body. (I also call it nap time.) Generally it's very relaxing, and most of the time I DO forget that my hands and feet are attached to me (which is awesome).

Except for this time. As I'm laying there trying to cool down, I'm getting warmer by the second. I can't let my mind wander, the thoughts won't stop racing. My hands are twitchy, my feet are uncomfortable. Everything is wrong.

I rolled up my mat and got to my cubby with my purse and jacket as fast as I could. All of a sudden a panic filled my head. I NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. I could not be in that space filled with people anymore, coming and going to yoga practice. I needed to be alone, in my car, NOW. I popped one Sunkist candy (my favorite low treatment), shoved my feet into my clogs, and walked as fast as I could to my new car.

"I should test. Yeah. That's what I should do. But I should drink water first. I'm probably dehydrated."

15 seconds later I saw that "33" on the little purple screen. The only thoughts in my head were:  "The screen looks dim on my meter, I should check the battery," and "I'm sweating all over my new car seats, that sucks."

Two more candies, a chug of my water bottle that I have no turned into Gatorade, and two ounces of raisins later (I keep a little thing of Gatorade powder and another of raisins in my yoga bag for backup) and it hit me. Holy crap I was just 33 mg/dL, and my instinct was to isolate myself.

I guess I was afraid people would see me panic. I'm not someone who asks for help. I hate when my diabetes makes me stick out in any situation, especially in a room full of people I don't know. I'd rather quietly take care of myself and put myself in dangerous situations then to ask for help with my diabetes. I've always been this way, and it doesn't look like it's changing anytime soon. I know this is something I need to work on - I need to make it okay that sometimes I do need help, and that nobody will think less of me next time I'm in yoga if I'm chomping on glucose tabs during class. (Which reminds me ... I should probably bring some tabs in with me during practice.)

I learned my lesson. I wasn't prepared, and I could have gotten myself into some serious trouble. I could've passed out in my car and nobody knew I was even at yoga.

But I didn't. And I'm fine. And now I know.

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Do you ever get smacked upside the head by a low blood sugar?  ... yeah, me, too. 

Comments

I also don't like being around people when I'm low. I totally understand that feeling of anxiety and wanting to be away from everyone and everything while you take care of the situation. Probably not the safest route, but I can't handle staying either.

I was a senior in high school and I went for a college interview in Brooklyn. I knew I should eat something before I got on the subway, but I was tired and I just wanted to get back to school.

Well, I ended getting on the wrong train (I didn't know there was a difference), and as I was waiting for the right one, a voice in my head told me to back away or I'd faint into the tracks.

I don't know why I didn't test, don't know why I didn't treat, don't know why I didn't eat the animal crackers in my bag at least. I just got on the new train.

I got off a stop early so I could go to this restaurant and pick up some yummy food, but I couldn't find it (too low?), so I walked the half mile back to school.

At that point, I was shaking very hard, couldn't see straight, and was having trouble walking. Of course, it was the middle of Manhattan, so no one would've stopped if I'd fainted (well, maybe they would've, but it's entirely possible they wouldn't have).

At every candy stand, the voice in my head told me to get something. When I passed by a Walgreen's, it told me to get a juice. I was too low to listen to it. I kept telling the voice that school was only a few blocks away and I'd get juice when I got there.

When I walked through the door, I realized that it was the frigid February air that had been keeping me conscious, and I nearly fainted in the doorway. I didn't even bother to test, just got myself a whole cup of regular coke from the teacher's kitchen.

That's by far my scariest low. I don't like to think about it too much, but it's one of the major reasons I got a medical alert bracelet.

I just did the other night at the grocery store. I started to feel funny in the store, but told myself it was because I had just worked out, etc. I made myself test in the car and I was at 44. I then shakily made my way around the back of my car to the back seat where my candy was and back to the driver's seat. The whole time, my purse was right beside me filled with glucose tabs. It is so scary when our thinking is so wonky. Glad you are ok.

I do the same thing all the time. I have ridden out lots of lows sitting in my car Ina parking lot chomping on glucose tabs and realized this is such a bad choice. But yet the instinct to save myself from embarrassment is stronger than the one to ask for help. How weird and wrong is that?

I have these horrible lows too - and if I'm not there, the overwhelming urge to go HOME. I'm thinking 1/2 Gatorade in your water bottle might be a good idea just in case.

Sucks, don't it? :-P

I've reacted this way more times than I can count. But I'm starting to realize that if I just go off by myself, people not connected with diabetes will never know what it's like. And they should. Thanks

Abby,

I am the same way. I do not ask for help. I would rather take care of myself, move on, no one knows. I hate bringing attention to myself and I hate using diabetes as an excuse even when it really has to be.
My fiance finally yelled at me, told me I was no longer allowed walk downstairs at night when I am low. So that's the only time I'll ask for help. I gotta work on that in other situations though. So I know where you're coming from.

Glad the situation turned out fine!

I carry a bold print sign at all times that I keep folded in my pocket that reads
"I need grape juice or candy . I am diabetic and need your HELP NOW or I might die !!!"
I hold it high when the situation presents itself.
Of course I am just kidding, but, there have been a few times in my many D years that it may have helped.

I know the feeling.. Both being low and not wanting help from anyone. The other day I was teaching a lab at BG=129 with two arrows down (on Dexcom) and common sense and that tingling feeling said : have some glucose. While (as discretely a possible) shoving tablets in my mouth and chomping on them, I continued to walk around the room like an idiot attempting to keep an eye on my students... Ten minutes later I felt OK, and DEX said 100 with 1 arrow down... Never have told any of my students (college freshmen) that I have T1 :)

I had a 43 at work in the hospital yesterday. Dexy lied and said I was 73 with a steady arrow. Holy freak. I sat next to someone, (it felt like a 30 for sure because I dropped so fast). My instinct was to run to the break room. Alone. But something said to hang out. My colleague sat there and supported me, without fanfare, until I was at a safe BG. It meant so much.

totally. Thanks for sharing your brain freeze. Nice to know we're not alone. I often wonder, how many brain cells do I kill every time I go low like that?!

I don't ask for help, but I also don't try to hide. Anything. It's hard to do all the things we have to do to stay healthy! So my philosophy is: anything that makes it easier, remove as many obstacles as possible. So I test right out in the open. I drink my juice boxes or eat my granola bars anywhere I need to.
@Melissa, juice boxes on the bedside table works for me when nighttime lows wake me. Also, the less distance I have to go, the better for returning to my much-needed sleep state.

Oh Kerri,
Sorry that happened to you. I carry a granola bar with me. I just started enjections only at night. I am T2. After so many years I was on pills and now injection. I had a low the other day but luckily I was home. I will take the advise of your and carry Sunkist with me. I see they have this liguid squirt stuff that has sugar in it to squirt in water bottles. Maybe that would be looking into. I am glad your OK.
Take Care
Larry

Funny, I hesitate asking for help too. Is it because asking for help seems like weakness, which I hate, or I wonder if there's actually a physiological thing going on when blood sugar is low that makes your brain go into isolationist mode?

My husband has had T1 for 41+ years. I've been beside him for those lows and they're scary but have to be handled. Over the past couple of years, he doesn't even feel the symptoms or low BG. I now keep juice boxes and caramels in very conspicuous places - kitchen counter, glove box, bedside table, purse, etc. We're even thinking of keeping a meter both upstairs and down as when he's getting low, the last thing he wants to do is climb the stairs.

He also doesn't want to be around people and I've learned to be quiet, not to push and just hand him the juice or caramels. I've also learned when, against his wishes, to just go ahead and give him the glucagon shot. I think every person with diabetes should have someone who's not afraid to do that under the right circumstances. It takes trust but it's a life you could be saving.

In our 37+ years of marriage we've had our ups and downs (pun - get it - LOL) and we look after each other the best we can.

Yes, my brain does that too! where ever is the closest sugar source, that is where I head! I have gone into my purse,car , some cabinet, drink dispenser etc. I also, tend to isolate and panic! My homing instinct is overwhelming.
I will not know I am low until I shakily drive home and realize I am shaking and WANT SUGAR! I do have a diabetes buddy friend that knows my hypos ,but she is across town .
Sugar stashing is required!!!!

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