I foolishly thought the one certainty in diabetes was the way I feel when I’m hypo. It appears I’m a fool to have thought that.
When I was little, a hypo was a “funny tummy”. That strange feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but I knew wasn’t right.
As a teenager that progressed to an understanding of symptoms – feeling weak, sweating and feeling inexplicably confused and frustrated.
That’s been the norm for years, but recently it seems to be changing. Hypos have gone to my legs. The last few times I’ve been low my thighs have gone numb. My hips and above are fine, as are my knees and below, but for some reason my thighs are numb! That makes walking a little interesting.
My head is doing something different too. The last few times I’ve been low I’ve got halfway through a sentence and not been able to finish it. Or I’ve been trying to explain something really simple and my brain and my mouth won’t cooperate. Once I’ve had my sugar hit and I think back, I’m pretty sure I was talking rubbish for about 10 minutes before I started being unable to finish sentences. This is pretty embarrassing (especially when it happened when I met Tim and was unable to articulate the benefits of an artificial pancreas without the help of fruit pastilles!).
And then there’s the final weird thing. I never used to be able to remember hypos but now I can. Not 100% clearly, but much clearer than I ever could.
It appears that I’m blessed with good hypo warning signs, but because we wouldn’t want diabetes to be boring, they’re different to what they used to be. It all adds to the sense of adventure I suppose!