Lindsey

My mom and I were making the second round on our neighborhood walk. Before I left the house, I didn't do my usual pre-walk routine. Typically, I check my blood sugar and lower my basal by 40% for two hours. I'm not sure how I forgot to do all that, but it never even crossed my mind.

That was until I started to get really tired. I felt fine. No butterflies in my stomach.  No fog surrounding my thoughts. Nothing to set off the LOW warning in my head. Except that I was dragging. My legs could barely move. My mom was steps ahead of me, walking at our normal pace.

I walked about a block that way, just telling my mom I didn't understand why I suddenly got so tired. Her first thoughts, "Are you low?" "No, I don't feel low. I feel fine."

We cut the walk short to go home and check my blood sugar. I unlocked the door with a little difficulty (it's a tricky lock anyway). I could barely make it up the stairs though. My legs felt like concrete blocks. I was making a conscious effort to lift my foot up each step. I had to be low.

I got my kit, checked my blood sugar, and waited the 5 second count down. 47. Wow. By the time the message read and I made it half way down the stairs, the low hit me. Now I had butterflies. Now my words were slurring. Now my hands were shaking. Now I couldn't stand.

I plopped on the bottom steps and asked my mom to bring me juice. Fifteen minutes, a whole bottle of juice, a pump suspension, and several crackers later, I was feeling a little better and my blood sugar had risen to 83.

I know they say to be extra careful when you're exercising because your body doesn't focus on the lows so sometimes you miss them. But this usually doesn't happen to me like that. I've never felt like I couldn't move, dragging behind as if I was sleep walking. I guess it's a new twist to the diabetes story that I'll have to watch out for.