Nectar of the gods!
By Samantha
The dreaded hypo’s are back. Uh-oh. Man the barricades. When I have bad hypos, I turn into something like the monster from the black lagoon, all growly, pale and nasty. And over the past week or so, I’ve been having some rather nasty ones in the vein of at least two a day whereupon my poor other half has to pour copious amounts of apple juice down my throat.
Yesterday, we decided to go shopping. And the supermarket we decided on was about a half hour walk away. Fifteen minutes down the road, I start noticing some weirdness going on with my eyes. Then the legs start shaking and the words start slurring.
“I dunt feel fery well…”
I’m trying to get my point across to my other half in the middle of a very busy street. Things are blurry and the world is spinning, and he laughs at me for a moment before making me sit on a wall and making me check my blood sugar.
“Oh dear…I think you need some sugar”
With eyes that seem to be making the world jump around and have a crazy party, I see the number on my meter. 1.6mmol/L. And silly little hypo me starts panicking and, with what must have been rather funny for any passers-by, I tip my handbag all over the pavement. My purse starts rolling away, my gloves flop uselessly on the pavement and ;
Ha ha ha! We’ve all been there – I once consumed most of an newsagent’s stock post-hypo!
Things like that happen to me – I hate the hypos that are so bad that you get short term memory loss, and then you have to ask what you’ve done…usually accompanied by stupid post hypo emotional crying….
The funniest hypos that i’ve had are probably the one where I got really really angry and decided I was going to throw a toilet roll at my partner – to this day I have no idea why, a recent morning hypo where my partner tried to feed me glucose tablets and I pretended like i was putting them in my mouth and actually didn’t…he ended up trying to force feed me and I screamed the house down…at 6.45 in the morning….worryingly, no-one came to check why i was screaming… He eventually had to pin me and sit on me to get me to be still enough(apparently I scratched his arm as well) that he could dose me with glucagon…
I find the worst bit is having someone else feed you when you’re hypo – then you come round and have no idea how many carbs you have had and spend the rest of the day guessing (usually getting it wrong as well)
I know how serious it is, really I do, honestly! Hypos are hell, but… so, so funny! Sometimes I’m really grateful that my T2ishness means my worst hypo just means getting the shakes. I truly sympathise, but it won’t stop me laughing… 😉