It was one of those lows
One of those lows where I feel it even before my sensor catches it. That doesn't happen very often these days.
One of those lows where I was really glad Pete told me to stay in bed while he got something to treat it. Because I knew if I went to the kitchen, I'd eat anything and everything I could get my hands on.
One of those lows that makes me feel paranoid. And saps my self esteem. And makes me sure that every single one of you reading this post hates me.
One of those lows that makes me squeeze my eyes shut, flop my head onto Pete’s shoulder, and cry..
It was one of those lows. Oh how I really really hate those lows.
** Usually my lows aren’t a big deal, and even when they are "one of those lows" I often forget how crappy it felt once I’m back in range. I wrote this post the other night, while waiting for one of those lows to come up, so I could capture exactly how it felt.
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