The Polls in VA Weren’t So Bad
I went to vote yesterday afternoon after my husband got home. I was expecting to be in and out like last time around but was pleasantly surprised to see loads of people in front of me leaving me almost outside the entrance to the building.
I knew my blood sugar was around 70-80 and felt confident going in that I’d be fine to go vote and then get something to eat. But of course when I saw all those people, I gulped thinking, “Can I make it?” I searched my purse but didn’t have anything thanks to two little munchkins who think glucose tablets are candy.
I thought, “Well, I’m not low yet, I should be fine.” After an hour and 15 minutes I realized I was too low to think straight and I did the irresponsible thing and argued with myself about whether it was worse to pass out in front of so many people and miss my chance to vote or walk out of the line I stood in for a long time and appear to be giving up on my voting to everyone around me. I don’t normally care what people think but this election has me emotional and my low had me irrational so those were my thoughts.
Finally, I turned to the two ladies behind me whom I was chit-chatting with and casually mentioned, as if it were amusing, that my blood sugar was low and I wasn’t sure I’d make it to the voting booth still standing. They looked at me and one said, “Oh, you have hypoglycemia, too? I get low, too”. I clarified, “I have type 1 diabetes but yes I get low and eventually go unconscious if I don’t get sugar in me. The women looked at me with concern and one went over to the volunteer desk where people signed in and asked for some sugar and explained it was for a diabetic who needed it.
The lady at the desk looked at her huge container of juice and said, “That’s mine, we don’t have anything else.” Another lady said, “Sorry, I don’t have anything.” And they both went back to business. I started feeling panicky, reluctant to make a scene and start asking people if they had Halloween candy in their purses. I live in Virginia in a town that is divided 50/50 in this election and you could seriously feel the tension in the air. It made me feel the opposite of warm and fuzzy and I didn’t want to ask anything of anyone.
But, I was starting to get really foggy. All I could think was, “Sysy, you idiot, get sugar! It’s important!” But what is it about when we’re low? Suddenly important things become the things we hesitate about the most.
The line moved along and we ended up near the entrance to the church’s kitchen. The three women behind me gently pushed me in there and helped me get some juice and a man ran over to me and gave me the chocolate chip cookie that he had just retrieved from his car. I wasn’t even aware others knew about my situation.
Eyes were on me and people encouraged me to “drink and eat!” so that they wouldn’t see me hit the floor. My blood sugar must have been really low at this point because everything was numb, especially my tongue.
After a few minutes I felt better and nervously laughed and said, “And they say people don’t help each other out anymore…”
Random comments from all around like “That’s right”, “We don’t have to agree to be united”, “People are people”, and “We’re just glad you’re ok” echoed around me and suddenly, the room didn’t feel like such a divided place.
A woman across the line said to me, “We don’t need to agree on what President to have to support each other.”
And I hate to admit it because of my cheese intolerance but that felt real warm and fuzzy.