Man, I can’t stop thinking about last night. It makes a funny story, but at the same time, it’s scary as hell.
One minute, I’m at the gym, I feel fine. I drive home, not 2 miles, still okay, but thinking some about eating. Nothing serious. Even played with the landscape lighting when I got home, but still feeling okay.
Then as soon as I hit the house, it starts slipping and sliding. The last low I knew about was like this too. One minute I’m fine, the next I’m starving, and a few minutes later I have the shakes, and then, no longer in control of the situation.
Going high is the same thing, but different. First my vision blurs, and slowly I start get mad at the little things. Of course, my students don’t always know if it is a real mad, or a blood sugar mad, because I often rant and rave. (Hey, it’s a teaching style — sometimes it works).
High sure aren’t as dangerous as the lows, but man is it frustrating to live in a body you aren’t in control of.
It all sucks though, not as bad as some things, but it still sucks.