It's been a while since I've even glanced at this tab in my browser but in all fairness its been a chaotic few months. With the bound of my degree on the unusually close horizon I decided to focus all my attention on my impending exams and project write-up, rather than proscrastinative activities like youtube, with the exception of a few Game of Thrones episodes thrown in sporadically within that period. Unsurprisingly, to some, concentrating on my studies came off and after what seemed like the longest month of waiting I have experienced, I was confirmed a degree in Medical Physiology.
Like many of my previous four posts this topic only applies to people with diabetes…. Yeahhh No. Its just that I feel when I have a hypo I'd rather suffer with the symptoms than suffer with the pity of a friend or colleague with remarks like "Are you OK? Or, Can I get you something?" Granted these are the questions most polite people would ask but these questions make me feel pretty powerless and like a bit of a spooner. So even though its in my best interest to say "No, I need some sugar right now!" I keep it to myself and ride it out, with the intention of finding some sugar as soon as that person or those people are out of sight.
This week I was in the lab dealing with flies and doing general labby things when I started to feel weak, confused and had a general distinct sensing of hypo, much like a spider-sense…. A diabety-sense if you will. So I was in the lab with my diabety-sense itching, whilst changing the food for the flies which means I have to delicately change the tube the flies are in, trying not to lose any because they would be used for testing later in the month. I was doing my best to conceal my hypo, which I later nullified by explaining to my superior that I had diabetes, when I managed to let three flies go. As this happened my supervisor told me it was fine but I thought, irrationally, while feeling pride-hurt in a hypo state that this was not OK… Not on my watch. As the three flies left the test tube without my permission, I leapt out of my seat and tried to 'catch' them, which is quite ridiculous considering that anyone who has tried to get rid of a fly in a room knows how frustratingly impossible that is. I now realise how just utterly stupid I looked to my colleague but I cannot undo that act and now I look stupid to her, forever. So in my attempt to save face, I instead punched it repeatedly and proceeded to throw it off a cliff.
Reading this back I realise that I've totally forgotten why I started to write this and that it barely relates to the main topic.