#hypoglycemia
There are days that I float in my head. Firmly planted on the ground I am astronaut and ground crew. I am the disconnection I lack the down protection. In my mind I soar wall to wall But my arm fails my call. I order a clench, a release. My fist balls, does not cease. The noises fade To make way for the visual parade. A gurgle, rumble Mind floats feet stumble. I hear voices soft on the air…
Sitting here drinking applesauce with a straw as one does.
Cheers, friend. Drinkable food is the best.
I had n episode at work yesterday and as often as I’ve explained before what can happen when a low blood sugar is concerned I feel like most people just don’t get it.
I didn’t bring lunch and would have bought something but when a group order was going around for lunch I realized my wallet was at home. No one offered to help out and have me payback later and that just kicked me into an emotional response. I knew if I went all day with nothing but the protein drink I found in the workplace fridge it could be bad—-but hey if done it before when we were busy and was fine.
Wrong.
I could tell I was getting shaky and more aggravated which sometimes makes me slam things around, curse and be a totally different person. I’d just been cutting up with jokes and laughing earlier and still no one took notice to ask what was wrong even as my usual lunchtime went by and I didn’t leave to go. I just got angrier and then when a customer came in with a big order took it because all those feelings of uselessness and annoyance and everyone was pissed at me because I was snappy pushed me to just keep busy and ignore them. When you’re in that mood, it’s so hard to snap out of it or tell anyone “Hey something is wrong.” The more they tried to take over the order when my friend States away that I had been texting had lunch delivered to me (God was looking out for me there) the more annoyed I became. Cause once again when you’re in that mode you can refuse to eat, refuse to be reasonable. I finished the order, ate the lunch she got me and just broke down in sobbing cries for ten minutes when I was alone. Of course when I got back no one would talk to me or ask still what had happened, in fact they ignored me, so I stayed quiet until the end of my shift. But it reaffirms how little people really understand of when your sugar is LOW, what actually happens. Close friends and family know, but since I was fifteen countless boyfriends, friends, teachers, managers and work place colleagues have felt it was in my head or done for attention. Unless someone has experienced it with me and could pick up that hey this behavior isn’t normal (it’s not always the shakes, clammy skin, almost fainting, etc). I will go into work today and wonder what it is to tell them because they’re not likely to believe me. But I read up last night and this is the kind of thing people need to understand. It’s not just in my head.
“Hypoglycemia causes the brain to lack the sugar it needs to operate at 100% which can lead to diminished inhibitions.
Hypoglycemia may greatly increase your emotional response which can make you exceptionally happy, silly, worried, frightened, paranoid or angry. The effect can be strikingly similar to a person who is drunk.
Even people who are widely considered to be pleasant and peaceful can experience dramatic changes of character as a result of hypoglycemia. It is relatively common for people suffering from particularly low blood sugar to become violent and people who know you may be very surprised by such a Jekyll and Hyde-like behaviour.”
You can’t convince me Juicebox Baby by the regrettes is not about a low blood sugar
ALTLike? Head spinnin like crazy? Make you cry? Think your gonna die? Visions getting shady? Walks a little wavy? That’s a low bg baby! And of course the juicebox would be the perfect solution to that!
