~Molz~

Why is it that I can remain much calmer than those around me when it comes to diabetes? I can manage a low with ease, while my mom or my friend will freak out on me. No matter the severity, the past, or the person, it just seems I can keep composure better than them.

Last night, my mom and I went out for our usual walk. I had worked out earlier in the day, so I knew my blood sugar would probably be an issue. I cut my insulin back and drank a juice half way through the walk. Not long after, I felt the low coming on full force. It was bad, I knew that. Inside my own mind, I was thinking that I just needed to make it around the next part of the walk so we would be closer to the house.

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There was fog when I walked from the parking lot to my office. I thought it was the bright sunshine. Or the warmer temperatures. Or the jacket I was wearing that was making me feel so warm.

I was disconnected, but thought it was from the conversation I had just had with The Mr.

I wanted junk food. Something smooth like chocolate, but not crunchy like cookies. I walked to the vending machine and gently fed it money until it dropped a Milky Way.

Walking up the stairs there was more fog. I thought I was tired, overwhelmed with life issues. I briefly sat at my desk, logged in to my email account. Symlin rushed me to the bathroom, where I lingered longer than usual. Fog.

Washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and it was almost as if I were watching myself on TV. Like I wasn't really there. There was a narrowness to my vision. (READ MORE)

Michelle Kowalski

There really just is no way to describe the way an extreme low feels. It was surreal, like I was outside of myself; like I was watching myself through a camera mounted on my head--that carnival ride-like feeling you get when you watch a video of someone, say, walking through the woods from their point of view; like part of me was asleep while the conscious part of me fought like mad to make things right.

I saw the 29 and while I almost immediately pulled the strip out of the meter, for just a second I thought the number was the code for the strips. I, obviously, wasn't thinking clearly.

"29," I said to The Mr. (READ MORE)

Late Friday night, The Mr. came to bed and snuggled up close to me.

"You scared me this afternoon," he said quietly into my ear.

I had been asleep for some time, but his footsteps woke me. Or perhaps I was sleeping lightly.

"I know," I said. "I was scared, too."

We shared one of those moments Friday afternoon that makes you see so many things in a different way, makes you appreciate even more the people who are there for you.

That morning, I had been feeling a little down about some things. After dropping off No. 2 at the sitter after preschool, I called The Mr. just to chat, but he could hear it in my voice and asked me to come by his office.

"You seem really down," he said hugging me.

"I am," I said. (READ MORE)

"Just for the record," I said to The Mr. in bed last night, "apple juice after brushing your teeth is nasty."

He looked at me ready to laugh and then saw me drinking an apple juice juice box.

"Are you low?" he asked.

I nodded while sucking the last of the juice from the box. We were both exhausted and had decided to go to bed early. It was just barely 9:30 p.m. and we were settling in for a snuggle and some TV.

"It's the second time tonight," I said, referring to my after-dinner low of 52. At the time, I had chalked it up to miscalculating carbs at dinner and taking too much insulin. Although, I really thought I hadn't taken enough, especially after my second helping of cheesy potatoes. I was more shocked at the bedtime low, though, since I had treated the dinnertime low with a juice box and then had some ice cream, for which I was certain I hadn't taken enough insulin. (READ MORE)

cityofsachse

From the top of a hill overlooking a baseball diamond ,

"I think I'm low."

While playing roller hockey like a Transformer with 15 pounds of equipment ,

"I think I'm low."

While blowing bubbles on the deck ,

"I think I'm low."

From the top of the stairs ,

"I think I'm low."

In the wee hours of the morning while the whole house sleeps ,

"Mom, dad, I think I'm low."

"I think I'm low."
"I think I'm low."
"I think I'm low." (READ MORE)