Oh how I hate the lows…

I had a low today… I wish I could test but my test strips haven’t arrived yet. :( I haven’t had a low this bad in a long time, but they are fairly common with me. The cause was likely that I ate breakfast super early. This is something I should do, but do not normally do. So that seemed to have set my metabolism for the day. I did a bunch of stuff online and around the house, then when I went to walk back into the office I got suddenly very shaky, cold sweat, and wanted to cry for no reason.

I have such a hard time when this happens because I KNOW what I’m supposed to do. Grab some juice, sit and drink, wait for it to pass. But can I do that? No. Likely because I become irrational when I am having a low as bad as that. Instead I open the fridge and start stuffing my face with anything I can find that’s quick and easy. This time it was a left over burrito, then waffles with jelly, a spoon full of peanut butter, then a chocolate pudding cup. Gross! And guess what happened after that? I went a bit too high. I can’t test but I know the signs of my blood sugar being high. I get cranky (not irrational cranky, just cranky), a little headachy, and thirsty. Once everything seemed to calm down and I felt human again, I took the kids to get their haircut like we had planned, then to the store to buy up some last minute school supplies. I tried to power walk the whole time I was in the store to bring down my BG level…

I really need to sort out my eating habits. This is a perfect example of why. If I ate like I was supposed to (meaning if I ate MORE, seriously) I’d probably lose a lot of weight and not have these episodes. The problem is I tend to skip breakfast… I don’t mean to. It’s just a thing I seem to forget on a daily basis. Yet I never forget to feed my kids… I guess it’s the love / hate relationship I currently have with food. :(

One Response to “Oh how I hate the lows…”

  1. When my sister was recently diagnosed with Type I diabetes she had a low during school. All she knew was that she needed to eat but she couldn’t think clearly because of the low, so she took out her little packet of salad dressing and poured it over her paper on her desk and began to eat it. Diabetes is a horrible, horrible thing. Everytime I remember this story it makes me cry.

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