Low

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!