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It’s the end of the world as we know it

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Suddenly, my diabetes – as I know it – has changed. I learned this when I saw what you see in this picture.

I am thankful that the CGM alerted me to several PREDICTED LOWs before the actual LOW (my low threshold is set to 80 mg/dl), and after those repeated nags (despite a manually suspended basal), that I finally pulled out the meter.

I learned that my blood sugar was not 79, but it was 48…

…and I feel fine.

And that scared the crap out of me.

I wasn’t too scared of the 48, but was scared that I didn’t feel a freakin’ thing. Previously, I’ve dipped into the 70s and even the 60s while being unaware of my hypoglycemia, but never the 40s.

I felt perfectly fine. As if I could have gotten behind the wheel and driven to the grocery store (thankfully I didn’t), or stopped what I was doing to change my son’s wet diaper (I did). I didn’t hesitate to snap the photo in real-time (notice its not going back in the meter history) just before popping five glucose tabs. Nothing could slow me down. Nothing but my own self-restraint, that is.

I felt absolutely NOTHING. Physically.

Mentally, I felt bad about not feeling bad. And that feeling is terrifying.

And I fear it could happen again.