Up here in the Northeast, a good mantra about the weather is “Just wait 5 minutes; it’ll change.” This is why the most important room at my parents’ house is the screened in front porch. The trouble with screens though is the pollen gets in. So on Saturday of Memorial Day it was too hot to not get this fabulous room ready. My diabetes did not agree with the run I went for in the morning and it soared up to the 400s after. I bolused and within an hour, I was around 120. I was mopping the porch floor, but nothing should make me come down that fast. I finished with the floor and went in to have a snack. It seemed like I was holding steady, so I had some crackers and ham salad. Crackers to raise me up a little and protein to keep me up. As I finished my snack I was in the 50s. I chugged some juice and back outside to wash the furniture. Mom and I were scrubbing when our neighbor came over to say “the pool is open!” I was standing there and out of the corner of my eye, I could see my sponge dancing in my hand. If you don’t know what I mean, I was so low that my hand was uncontrollably twitching and all muscles were seeming to fail. I sat down in a not yet cleaned chair with a one word explanation: low. I had been informing my mother what was happening the whole time so I know she wasn’t surprised. I was so upset and scared at how low I was. By the time I was in the 70s, all the furniture was clean, but I was still a shaky mess. Every year I joke that I’m going to find a way to get out of washing the porch furniture, but this year I wish I could’ve.