In a Matter of Minutes
As the kids and I were on our way home from the grocery store this week, I started to feel it. The heat, the weakness, the shakiness, the dizziness, not being able to see clearly. What I like to call an “all symptom low.” When we left, my BG was in the 90s (and the store is about 5 minutes away.) It was tolerable that last road, but as soon as I put the car in park I NEEDED sugar. Luckily I have juice boxes on my passenger seat. I sucked one down and ignored the squeals from the backseat enhancing my headache. We got the groceries, got inside and I sat down on the bench right inside the door. Luckily Dad Genius had gone to the bookstore that morning, and the kids each had a book/workbook that there noses were in. I tested and I was 56, ate some tabs and willed myself to not eat anything else. I talked to my mom, and eventually I was in the 90s, and surprisingly didn’t still feel low either. The number may not have been one of my lowest, but all-symptom lows definitely feel the worst.