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The Shaky Shakes
Let me first say that I have no idea what it's like to have type 1 diabetes and I can’t even begin to know what many of you brave D-warriors go through on a daily basis.
That said …
I looked at my wet fingertips and stood up on shaky gummy worm legs. My body ached for sugar.
I made a focused bee-line down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and closed it quickly. I found an open bag of animal crackers just under my nose as I ransacked the snack cabinet. I reached in and grabbed a handful of polar bears, elephants and lions and shoved them into my mouth like a savage.
I lifted my hand up horizontally in the air and watched as it shook uncontrollably.
I pried open a Tupperware container and devoured two cinnamon sugar cookies and a slice of pound cake.
I ripped open a bag of chocolate-covered almonds with my teeth and tossed four into my mouth while taking a bottle of apple juice out of the refrigerator and pouring a glass.
Still with animal crackers and cookies and pound cake and almonds in my mouth, I guzzled the juice and looked again and my shaky horizontal hand.
All I wanted to do was eat and crawl under the covers until it passed. I darted back up the stairs with another cookie in a napkin, ignored family members who tried talking to me and slipped back into my bed.
Two minutes later I left my bed and bolted downstairs again. I found the lower torso of a chocolate Easter bunny in the back of the refrigerator and obliterated it. I then polished off the remaining five chocolate-covered almonds.
Back in bed with my headphones on and an episode of Breaking Bad, I thought about how I handle Charlie's low blood sugars.
I thought about how Charlie is always still very hungry and wants more after he has a juice box and small snack. And how I discourage him from eating more - from over-treating the low blood sugar.
And I realized I can be a total ass with no clue of what it's like.
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)