With type one diabetes there are some days when you’re hitting those numbers and you’re hitting them hard. You look like a freaking rock star. And then there are those days when your numbers are doing their own thing and you’re left feeling all sorts of wonky.
Now, I don’t know about you but when my blood sugars (blood glucose levels) are low I get a little weird. Aside from the normal symptoms; shaky, sweaty, dizzy, disoriented, dealing with a numb sensation in my mouth and limbs, feeling lost, and everything else that comes along. I also get combative. A bit aggressive, in the sense that I don’t want anyone to tell me anything, don’t even talk to me when my sugar is low because I’m not me when I’m low. Ha. Like the snickers commercial…okay.
I’ve compiled a list of things you shouldn’t do when low because it will end badly.
- Do not. I repeat. Do not try to have a conversation with anyone. Happy, sad, or even political. Because when that sugar drops so does the filter. At least for me. I don’t care about anything other then gobbling up every single carb under my roof so I am not concerned with you and your political stance on bacon. I just don’t care.
- Do not try to operate heavy machinery. That’s for obvious reasons, I think. If you can’t remember your own name then driving a vehicle or anything like that should not be on your list of things to do right at that moment.
- Do not attempt to put make up on. I’ve been there and done that and it never comes out the way you hoped, the way you think it looks in a moment of low sugar rage, or the way the girl in the YouTube video says it will. Step away from the makeup.
- Do not go grocery shopping while low. Because I’ve come home with so much junk. And most of it was opened and half eaten. Not only that, the cashiers usually look at you weird and then there you are having to explain with a mouth full of oreos why you have opened and consumed most of your groceries already. They tend to understand for the most part but it’s still not a pretty picture.
- And lastly, do not try to shower. I’ve lost track of time in there. I’m washing my hair, minding my own business when my sugar drops, next thing I know I’ve been in there for an hour just wondering what the heck is going on.
Most of these are from personal experience and in no way reflect other type one diabetics. I can only speak for myself and when my blood sugar gets low I can only focus on one thing, trying to get my numbers up so I don’t feel this way anymore. Because it’s an awful, ugly feeling. If you can relate tell me the funniest, or weirdest thing, you’ve ever done while your sugar was low.
Also, don’t forget to smile. It’s a beautiful day.
I remember being asked this question when I was younger. In school you’d have to write papers explaining in detail who inspired you and why. Sometimes I would pick authors and sometimes I would pick my sister or my mom. Truthfully, I was just picking people because I had to. I admired certain individuals because they had attributes I liked but to say they inspired me to be a better person, a better writer, a better anything, wasn’t usually the case. I feel as though the two are similar but also very different.
Then I had children of my own.
My daughter is now having to choose people in her life who inspire her and write little papers about them. It’s neat to see and read what she writes. Her thoughts come together so effortlessly when it’s something she’s passionate about. Her pieces are always well thought out and beautiful. In discussing her inspirations I got to thinking about who I would write about now, now that I am older, now that I have grown up in more ways than one, and you know who it came down to? My children.
Super cheesy, I know.
But it’s so undeniably true and real and wonderful.
Both of my children inspire me in so many ways every single day.
They inspire me to always be a dreamer, because no matter how old you get you are never too old to dream. They inspire me to make those dreams into reality, because hard work does indeed pay off and we are all allowed successes and victories at any stage in our life. They also inspire me to be present in each and every moment I am blessed with, because time is fleeting and we never know when our time will be up.
But most importantly they inspire me to love. To love with all of my heart and soul and without judgement, because love is not weighted by expectations or preconceived notions. Love is pure and it is perfect and it is for everyone.
Who inspires you?
Even though I have felt extremely guilty for ignoring my blog, I can’t apologize. I needed that time for me, and my family, and my health. I wont say the almost year that I’ve taken off from writing really opened my eyes or anything. Life is still seemingly the same. But it was nice not having to force the creativity. It was nice taking a break from this so that I could come back and really enjoy my time here. Because that is the one thing that I was starting to lose. The sweet taste in my mouth. The excitement I felt when I posted a blog I was proud of. I wasn’t feeling that anymore.
So I took a step back.
And now here I am. Feeling better, and confident, and really ready to care for this baby like it deserves. My hopes for this blog were to reach others who might be in my position and let them know they weren’t alone. Whether that be in motherhood, in managing diabetes, or the two combined. I want others to find a home here. Like I have.
If you’re wondering how this year in hiatus treated me, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t amazingly awesome, but it also wasn’t my worst year. I have a lot to be proud of and feel extremely blessed about. I also have a lot to think about and change if I want this new year to be even better. I am excited about the possibilities of a new year. Everything seems so bright and fresh. Which is why I figured it is now or never to restart this and really give it my all. I hope I still have a community here to take this ride with me. And I am looking forward to meeting new people and seeing where all of this takes me.
And as always don’t forget to wear that smile.