Looking Back: The Ones Who Love Us

I ran across this post from last year about realizing how much my diabetes affects Brad. When I was reading it, I remember back to when I had a yucky low blood sugar shortly after takeoff when we were flying to Florida. I usually end up high from the stress of flying so the low confused me and low-brain compounded the problem.

Brad said to me, very sternly, “Eat more Skittles, you do not want to have an emergency on this plane.”

The Ones Who Love Us

The other night, Brad was meeting a friend after work, so I stopped at the grocery store on my way home to pick up a few things. My numbers had been stellar all day, so when my Dexcom alerted me to a 70 mg/dL as soon as I pulled into the driveway I wasn’t worried because I was just going to fix a quick dinner and be fine.

Between walking into the house and hanging up my coat, something snapped. There were so many things I had to do before I could eat. I put away the groceries, went down to the basement and emptied the dehumidifier, went upstairs and changed my clothes. Then I fed the cats, got the mail and came back into the kitchen to get a clean plate out of the dishwasher. I got distracted by the dishwasher needing emptied – then I felt hot.

Really, really hot. Finally a functioning brain cell told me to test my blood sugar.

Read the rest of the post here.

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