“Did you know your hand is shaking?” my husband asked.
“Yes,” I responded with all the sarcasm a low blood glucose (BG) would allow. Actually, a low BG allows for quite a bit of sarcasm. Maybe “allow” isn’t the right word. I can be sort of obnoxious, which should never be allowed.
I went low at my daughter’s wedding reception and yelled at my mother, who was trying to get me to consume carbs. “Back off, Mom! Just back off!” I yelled. In front of everybody.
“I see the buffet is ready,” my husband announced. “Jan, will you lead the way please?” (The boy knows what to do.)
“Jan, you scared me,” Mom said a few days later as I was taking her to the airport. Heck, I’m surprised she got in the car with me after my display at the reception!
And there were times when I would stomp into the house after riding my bicycle, growling at everything and everybody. It was because I was hot and sweaty and tired: The fact that I had ridden my BGs down into hypoglycemia-land didn’t have anything to do with it.
Thankfully, those times are rare. More often, I get indecisive (”what do I want to ingest to get my sugar up? A salad? No. Pickles!”) or play the “but first” game: “I need to eat something, but first I need to clean the counters. I need a cloth to clean the counters, but first I need to clean and organize the linen closet. Oh, look! Sheets! I can change the bed!” Etc.
One of my problems is that I do things backwards. For example, stress makes most people’s BGs go up. I stress down. Most of the time. Sometimes I go up. It makes life interesting — and it makes me very happy that I have a continuous glucose monitor (CGM) that alarms if I go too high or too low. Especially when I actually hear the alarm.
Lately, it seems as though the lows come fairly frequently. It can’t possibly have anything to do with a vacation coming up, could it?
Originally, my traveling bud and I were going to take my grandchildren and a friend each on a cruise. It’s not as bad as it sounds: The kids are all in their 20’s.
Anyway, she had to bow out, so I talked my husband into taking her place. He doesn’t like vacations.
Previously, my grandson had changed guests. I believe they had a fight. I’m not sure. Not my business anyway. So the person he’d changed to informed him last week she wasn’t going. Something about having not arranged for time off and rent had to be paid. So there went his road trip and fun friend. (And there went a whole lot of my money, which is nonrefundable at this point.)
And my granddaughter informed me last night that her fiancé’s feet get colder the closer it gets to set sail time. Him I’m not concerned about: He just hasn’t been on a ship before and needs some education is all. Plus, he’ll follow that little blonde anywhere — even up a gangway and onto a ship.
And then there’s the part where I still need to go through my clothes to see what needs to be washed and what needs to be purchased (and what still fits). And put together all of my medical stuff. And make sure I have all of my documents for the plane and the ship. And my confirmation for the hotel the night before we sail.
No, I’m not stressed. (HA!)
One of these days — hopefully soon — this will end. Lows do not feel good. And they are not good for you. I’ll tell you why next week.