I hate lows. I know most people with D hate it, but I was reminded just how much the other night.
I was doing a little shopping. Walking into Marshalls, I hear the familiar beep of my CGM. It says 77 with a down arrow. Hmmm.
So I stop in the shoes to check my bs (btw, those shelves they put the shoes on are at the perfect level for holding a meter). A 60 pops up on the screen. Ok, 60's not bad. So I pop three glucose tabs in my mouth and start shopping.
A few minutes later, I hear the CGM beep again. This time it says 65 with a down arrow. Hmmm. You know, I really should be feeling better by now. So I stop again (this time in housewares) and a big, ugly 42 is staring back at me. 42? Really?
My low symptoms have hit me like a ton of bricks now. The shakiness, the sweating, the fuzzy feeling--ugh! Ok, fine. So I pop my remaining three glucose tabs in my mouth, and find a nice leather ottoman to sit on and wait. Because of course I'm by myself. Have to drive myself home, but I ain't goin' nowhere for a while.
So I get on Twitter to vent my frustrations. After some urging from Kim and Alexis, I make my way over to the candy aisle. After glancing at the shelves, I find something I actually really love--chocolate covered cherries. Yum!
I manage to limit myself to only 8 or 10 (and yes, I paid for them, after ripping into the bag). After a while, there's a much more pleasant 97 staring up at me. That's more like it!
The other annoying thing? I only went to Marshalls for some kitchen tongs, and of course they didn't have any. Oh well. At least they have candy!