Hypo with no treats

Who forgets to take anything sweet out with them, when going off working..which involved some walking!?!…It’s so not me to do that, I’m always super organised and prepared for hypos. Although not this time!

Panic set in when suddenly, sandwich choosing in Boots became the most complicated and confusing task on the planet, I then realised I was hypoing. I hadn’t felt my blood sugars drop at all. But I felt the sudden overwhelming feeling of I’m going to pass out.
Never have I thought I need to shout the words “can someone help me” but I did just then. I didn’t shout it but I thought it.

Luckily a packet of wine gums caught my eye, my brain kicked in and I knew what to do, I opened them and quickly put two in my mouth at once (kind of forgetting they were wine gums and not my usual hypo cure of choice, Jelly Babies) and joined the queue to pay.

I always feel embarrassed having to speak to anyone when I’m in the depths of hypo as I know I get tongue tied when I can’t think straight.

Till number 3 beeped, I went over and muttered the words “I’m sorry I had to open these, I have diabetes and” before I could say anymore, the cashier said “it’s ok, my stepson is too” I just felt such a sense of relief. She understood. We exchanged a little conversation but to be honest I was too hypo’y to engage properly.

I wasn’t thinking straight through any of that, and didn’t check my blood sugars like I would do normally, so I don’t know exactly how low I was but I’m guessing somewhere between 1.8 and 2.2

I had another wine gum. Maybe two, I can’t actually remember and headed back to the car, where when I got there and checked, I was 3.2

I’ve inhaled said sandwich and am feeling normality return.

Don’t make the same mistake. Don’t forget to take something sweet out with you!


Keep it to yourself – #Dblogweek Day 2 (late!)

“Are you ok?” Asked the the guy I’d been photographing.

“Errrr yes, fine thank you” I said, hurriedly packing my camera gear away whilst feeling my temperature soar through the roof. I felt my forehead, it was dripping wet, I knew I was hypoing. I felt mortified as they asked me again if I was ok, I just said yes. I felt embarrassed, I just wanted to run out of there as quick as I could.

I’m not embarrassed about having diabetes, actually I’m very very open about it, I was just embarrassed at how that hypo made me look.

Lesson learnt that day, I shouldn’t have kept it to myself. I should’ve said I needed to sit for a minute and treat the hypo. I mean, what’s worse…treating a hypo or potentially passing out in front of people you don’t know! Not that I’ve ever passed out.

When a hypo knocks you for six

Everything’s in slow motion, my hands are shaking and I realise I don’t feel too good…image

I’m on auto pilot….get blood sugar kit, test = BG is 3.2, I’m hypo, take a photo!

Realisation kicks in, never mind photos I must treat, get jelly babies, consume 3, check pump for IOB (insulin on board, still active in the body).

I sit and wait….Sounds sound weird, sensations feel strange, I feel pretty hypo drunk….kind of like after a few glasses of wine, but it’s not drunk or tipsy in a nice way, far from it….it’s a horrible, queasy out of control kind of way.

15mins later my BG’s are 3.7 although still very shaky I resist the urge to re-treat, instead I wait another 15mins, by which time my BG’s have risen to 7.6 hooray!

I’m usually more with-it after 20-30mins, but this time I don’t feel right, and end up sitting for another hour! Mentally, I feel so slow and foggy/fluffy headed! Moving feels like such an effort, I feel floored by it, like I’ve been hit by bus! I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. 5hrs later I’ve a banging headache, but just think tomorrow is another day.

Sometimes a hypo just bites you on the arse and knocks you for six!