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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"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.