I do not know what makes them stick like this, the lows that creep in and stay creepy for hours at a time.

“Is this thing serious?” I asked.  Then I’d prick my finger to confirm that, indeed the Dexcom was serious, and I was in fact still low.

There are times when high blood sugars are stubborn and refuse to come down, even when I rage bolus and exercise.  But I can tolerate a sticky high because, even though it’s not comfortable, I can still function properly-ish.

The endless lows, though, work me over in a way that’s entirely different.  Last night, I came home from the gym with a downward drop in my Dexcom, and it lasted for two and a half hours.  Which meant that, for two and a half hours, I had a combination of numb lips/tongue, shaky hands, mental fogginess, and that urge to cry without reason.  I had to constantly tell my daughter, “I just need a few more minutes, because my blood sugar is low.”  I was thankful that Chris was home to help me negotiate parenting stuff/reminding me to eat something else.

What makes this happen?  How can I chomp down ten glucose tabs and a banana and some applesauce over the course of three hours and barely see a blood sugar budge?  It took over a 150 carbs to make a dent (And that dent peaked up to 200 and then promptly fell again.  What the eff?).

“What are you now?” Chris asked before bed.

“202.  And I’m fine with that,” I replied with finally-not-numb-lips-and-a-shirt-collar-dusted-with-glucose-tabs.

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