I've gotten into the habit lately of bolusing for a meal more toward the middle or the end instead of before. It depends on a number of factors, including what and when I ate last, what I'm getting ready to eat, and what my pre-meal blood sugar is. This mid-meal bolus stems from several instances when I've either gone low or started to go low before I even finish eating. It's pretty unnerving to feel a low so close to a meal.

Like today, for example. I tested at 130 not long before we headed downstairs to eat lunch. Since there are few tables for the amount of people who typically choose to eat lunch in the lobby, I went ahead of the microwave-users to secure a place for the five of us.

While I waited, I nibbled on some cojack cheese. Negligible carbs, so I didn't bother with a bolus yet. Next I pulled out my fave chips: cheddar-flavored Sun Chips. I felt fine, but decided to wait to bolus until I started eating my sandwich. My colleagues gradually joined me and somewhere between hitting the bottom of the Sun Chips and opening my PB&J, I entered 130 on Toohey and bolused aggressively.

It wasn't long before the potential low symptoms started to creep in. Am I shaking, I wondered. Man, my skin feels sensitive right now. Am I talking too loudly? Can I walk to the elevator? Can I walk to the cafe for a regular soda? Damnit why didn't I bring my meter down here? Would anyone at this table not overreact if I ask them to get me some fast sugar? Why don't I have any instant sugar with me?

The symptoms didn't get any worse and actually somewhat subsided. I felt like I could get upstairs without incident. I sat down in my cube not much more than 45 minutes after I started eating and tested. I was 103, which made me think that I was adjusting to being "that low" after several days of battling highs from Aunt Flo. I quickly decided

that this was more than a mere adjustment and grabbed a handful of Skittles instead of riding things out to see if it got any worse.

I hate diabetes.