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Diabetes isn’t a Drama Queen

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The other night, I realized my kids had ate my glucose tablets so I reached under my bed for the emergency bag of gummy candies I have stashed there.  I frantically tore the bag open and started stuffing my mouth in frustration.  Alex studied me for a moment and said, “Are you ok?”

Through a mouthful of sticky, fruit shaped, red 40 dyed High Fructose Corn Syrup poison I muttered, “I hate these lows, the ones that shoot down quickly.”  Then as beads of sweat came down my forehead and my heart raced I said, “It literally feels like death is coming to get me.”

Alex looked at me sympathetically and said frankly, “Well, that’s pretty much what’s happening, isn’t it?”

I’m usually a tad dramatic but this time and many other times, diabetes rises to the occasion.

Diabetes isn’t a drama queen.  And we’re not drama queens or kings for living with it.

This stuff is for real.

Low Blood Sugar Dreams

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I don’t know about you but when I have a low blood sugar at night, I end up having dreams I remember when I awake.  If my low comes on really slowly, and most of mine do, the threat isn’t as immediate and I sometimes find myself in a lucid dream while somehow acknowledging I’m low but refusing to stop the fun.

The other night I dreamt Kelly Kunik, a diabetes blogger, ran and won a marathon.  Last night I dreamt that I was suddenly Angelina Jolie’s secret agent, hired (hmm…I don’t remember getting paid) to hack into a computer (though hmmm she provided a password) and retrieve some secret information before Brad Pitt found it.  Where was Brad Pitt in my dream, you ask?  He was lurking in the shadows trying to get the info before I did!  He was not very skilled at trying to get to the computer because I wasn’t very good and I beat him to it (he was much like his dopey character in “Burn After Reading”).  Then I got the info, whatever it was, back to Angelina “Boss” Jolie and she thanked me with a silent nod (though I never got paid…) and then I ninja rolled on the carpet and leapt out of a window in my black secret agent suit, never to be seen again.

At that point I let myself wake up because my mission was over and my blood sugar was low.  So I muttered to my husband, who had been in my dream dancing at Angelina and Brad’s party, “Aleeeex…”  He jumped up in the most freaky alert way “Low?!”  I nodded.  He brought me juice.  Then I laughed because the last thing I remember from my dream is someone saying “Wow, your Alex can really dance!”  And from what I remember he was doing something undeniably goofy.

Wacky dreams happen to me when I have lows and I find it helps with the sting of resentment towards lows, that’s for sure :)

Does this ever happen to you?  Any crazy dreams you can tell us about that will make me not so embarrassed about what I just shared?

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