....blood sugar dips....
Oh Lord, those blood sugar dips....
No one warned me about this shit. No one.
What's a dip? It's when your blood sugar goes down a few 20 - 100 points all of a sudden and you stand up and it's like you can literally feel the earth's gravitational pull turning as you place your feet down and it takes you a few minutes to figure out who you are, where you are, and if you're okay. AKA, I look like a drunk sorority whoo girl stumbling around.
Usually I look at Bryan and say, I don't feel so good. Then I check my blood sugar and sure enough it's dipped a lot. So here I am, sitting where ever, usually on a floor if I can't find a sitting area, trying to regain balance and the ability to think words other than Oh shit, I'm going to fall, I am so going to fall, make it stop, make it stop. Rollercoasters, who needs one, when your body can create its own.
No on warned me about these dips. No one. There should be a manual out there, Type 1 Diabetes for Type 1 Diabetic Dummies, or Your Pancreas is Fried, Your Fucked, Here's What You Should be Warned About about this Evil Disease.
I hate the blood sugar dips. I really do. It always happens when I'm going from a sitting position to a standing position like a random case of Vertigo hitting me but the walls aren't spinning. It feels like I'm in that Crooked House at Black Gang Chine. And you wait it out by walking around patiently hoping equilibrium will come back. Will it, will it? What if it doesn't? But it does, and you go on your merry little way forgetting about it until it happens again. Slowly it becomes, oh Lord, here we go again.
finger pricks, insulin shots, blood sugar dips, and a state of dizziness. Fun.
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