This is a low. It’s the moment when you go from “I feel a little bit funny” to “Oh crap, this is bad”. When you begin eating anything you can get your hands on. When you start seeing dark spots before your eyes. When you wander around the house feeling like your consciousness is slowly slipping in and out. When you feel fear begin to take over.
This is a low. When suddenly you can think of nothing but the comment you just left on Facebook. You only vaguely remember what you typed and you can only hope it made sense - at least a little bit. You know the person you were commenting to has diabetes too, so even if you type complete nonsense he will understand. But you still can’t help but feel really embarrassed.
This is a low. When you are suddenly overcome with exhaustion. When you wander upstairs with a bag of chips in your hand, shoving them into your mouth as you crawl back into bed. When you snuggle up to your cat because even though you know she can’t help, you feel a weird safety in the knowledge that you’re in the presence of another living creature. When you continue to pet her as you shut your eyes, knowing that as long as you can still hear her purring softly beside you, everything is okay.
This is a low. When, thankfully, the food you’ve inhaled finally starts to overtake the insulin in your body. When the clouds in your mind finally start to part and instead of feeling like you’re fading away you start to feel whole again. Like you’re a little more there then you were a minute ago. When it feels like someone pulled back a heavy curtain that was in your brain and solid thoughts flood in like strong rays of sunshine. When you feel relieved to know everything is going to be okay. When you are no longer sure you are about to die.
This is a low.