Diabetes is a mystery that I’m constantly trying to solve. When I experience a low it’s like my brain splits into two, and both sides of my consciousness argue with each other over how I should handle it, while I stand there, in a state of confusion, as my numbers continue to plummet…

For example…I was dusting Liv’s bedroom yesterday (yes, I stayed inside to clean) and I started to feel like I had a few too many drinks…tingly, dizzy, warm and fuzzy. I knew my sugar was dropping and that I should go and test, but I just kept dusting. I remember thinking, “will Kade know what to do if I pass out?,” but still kept dusting. I just couldn’t get my thoughts together enough to get to the kitchen where my meter was. I started to sweat. Shit…I’m really low by this point and my lips are tingling. I manage to walk to the kitchen. I test…48. Ok, I need to drink some juice. I open the fridge…decide that I don’t feel like juice so I’m going to drink milk instead (not a smart decision when you need to up your BG quickly). I go to the cupboard to fetch a cup, and my thoughts wander to the disarray of cups and medicine bottles, so I decide to tidy them up. At this point I am on fire and as I finally go to pour the milk, my hands are shaking so badly that I almost miss the cup. I gulp down the milk, sink down to the floor, crawl to the pantry cabinet and devour four oreos. I was experiencing such intense hunger from the low that I could have easily eaten every thing in there. When I finally managed to stand up, I ate a few crackers, some nuts and two spoonfuls of peanut butter. An hour later my meter read 135. I must have been really freaking low before I started to treat…we are talking 20′s here. Normally, eating all of that would have put me in the 300 range.

The kids didn’t even notice what happened because they were happily eating their afternoon snack in the dining room while mama was crawling around the kitchen floor with sweat dripping off of her.

This made me realize that I really need to prepare Kade for situations like this because I’m betting that I was within minutes, if not seconds, of passing out. I’m perplexed at how vividly I remember the whole situation, and how I knew exactly what I should do, but I couldn’t concentrate enough to do it. The worst part is that as a diabetic you rarely get to nosh on oreos and milk, and the times you do…you are shoving it into your mouth so quickly that there’s no time to even taste it, let alone enjoy it. Repeat after me…diabetes sucks.