|"Try to Picture a man, PJ's, and Rice Krispy Squares"|
Last night at 3 am I was jolted out of a dream by a sudden surge of adrenaline. My glucose was low, don't know how low, didn't care, just knew I needed to head down the stairs, and find some sugar.
I become like a shark, or polar bear sniffing out my next kill, my senses, particularly my craving for carb containing substance, can be equated to a shark's sense for blood in water. It is something that is so powerful only a sugar-crazed-low-blood-sugar-suffering diabetic can relate to.
As I was inhaling the Cool-Aid Jammer, which was the first source of glucose I stumbled upon, I thought, man, I hate this feeling.
Next was the "Treat Section" in the kitchen cupboard. My sugar level was still low. I next pounced on, and tore the wrapper off the no-name brand Rice Krispy square, down the hatch, and then I wolfed down a second. I then came to my human senses, and the shark vanished.
When I am low, my thoughts are incredibly clear, I must say, immediately afterwards I jotted down four topics to blog about. Total clarity.
As I was leaning on the kitchen counter finally doing a blood glucose check, I had a thought; and pictured a police officer yelling at me to drop the square and step away from the cupboard. Strange thought, made me smile, and it would have likely saved my over consumption of carb in the middle of my feeding frenzy.
I immediately did the often discouraged "Chaser"dose of insulin to prevent the inevitable rebound that would occur. Lets just say I treated with far more then the recommended 15 grams of Carb. Oh well, I was after all, running on animal instinct.
After my low I checked my youngest Type 1's glucose and.......To Be Continued....Mission 2 is tomorrow.