I had been contemplating a snack--well, more like an extension of my lunch since it was barely an hour since I had a sandwich and some sweet pickles--for several minutes when the phone range.

"This is Michelle," I said. Hmmmm, that receiver sure does feel shaky, I thought as I tried to listen to the caller.

"No, she's on the phone. Can I take a message?"

Now my hands were feeling really shaky. I knew I was low.

"Is this Jeannie? Hi! How are you feeling?" Why did I continue this conversation when I knew I needed to check my sugar? And, by the way, why exactly was I going low? Before I left my office to pick up No. 2 from school, I checked in at 77. Awesome, I thought, since I had really splurged on breakfast this morning. I grabbed a handful of M&M's just in case since it would be a good 15 minutes before I would be back at home and able to eat anything. That was barely 90 minutes before this low decided to show up.

I enjoyed a turkey sandwich on some sort of healthy whole-wheat bread (the store, for some reason, doesn't consistently stock the whole wheat, high-fiber bread I really like; or I'm not the only one who absolutely loves it and it manages to disappear from the shelves as soon as it's stocked) and had several sweet pickles sweetened with Splenda while I read People magazine in the quiet of my living room.

Three units of Novolog was apparently too much. Or perhaps several days worth of walking and better blood sugars thanks to Novolog are helping me to require less insulin. Either way, 55 was not a fun place to be. I scarfed down the first thing I could find (not M&M's!), but I was nervous to get up and walk to the water fountain to refill my cup. The low is gone now and I suspect I'm on my way up, up, up, but I'm still just a bit hesitant to get up. Stupid diabetes.