I woke up sometime this morning, before it was light out, and felt a low coming. I should have gotten up and tested, but I rolled over, looked at the clock and figured I'd be fine until I actually had to get out of bed. This is sleep logic.

By the time I was actually awake and conscious, but not yet out of bed, I felt the whoosh flushing over my face, head and upper body. I knew it would be worse-much worse-when I stood up. I took my time, picked up the backup meter I now keep by my bed and walked into the bathroom. I felt myself getting worse by the second. I found my brain being rational and telling myself one thing and my body simply not responding the way I thought it should. My hands were fumbly, though not shaky, which is a sure sign of a low for me, and I was having trouble focusing.

My meter beeped a different beep (at least it seemed so) when it showed 69. I knew it wasn't just 69; I knew I was falling fast. I had trouble convincing myself, though, to get up and go downstairs for something to eat. I just wanted to go back to bed, to sleep and to feel better. I remembered the hard candy in the drawer of my nightstand and thought it would likely be enough to get me through my shower, but my rational brain urged me downstairs. I gingerly managed to get down the stairs, but still found myself to be quite confused, going to the wrong cabinet and really taking my time; there didn't seem to be any urgency to my movements, which, looking back, is kind of scary. I went for the box of chewy, generic granola bars, and, interestingly, picked through them for a flavor that I wanted. Again, although I felt wretched, part of me just didn't seem to get that this was going to turn into a problem quick if I didn't do something.

I ate one granola bar while standing in front of the cabinet searching for another, better flavor. I felt like Hell. I managed to walk back upstairs and considered getting back in bed, but was able to convince myself to get in the shower. The residual feelings of the low followed me throughout my shower and even once I sat down to put on my makeup. I wanted nothing more than to get back to bed.