A low means you can just eat what you like, with no apparent consequence. I love Twix bars. There ya go. The easy answer, but this isn’t so easy. This was harder than I thought. It should have been easy for me to answer. A low is a perfect opportunity to have something absolutely sinful, that one might otherwise feel guilty about eating.
It's Diabetes Blog Week, and today's topic is Making the Low Go. I think it is cool that D bloggers and semi bloggers are weighing in on subjects that touch all of us, in one way or another, every day this week. If you want to read more, many of the blogs are listed here (although if you look around, you'll find more, I'm sure of that): http://bittersweet-karen.blogspot.com/p/test-page_28.html
But I'm not going to really address the moderate lows here. For me, that would be in the 3 mmol (54 mg) range. I'm pretty good at deciding to have something sane – a couple of glucose tabs and a cereal bar. But that’s no fun. So I’m going to talk about what I do for those low lows.
For those who’ve had lows, you don’t need me to describe what a low is like. But for those who’ve never experienced one - when the meter reads a 2.1 (38) or even a 1.8 (32), I`ll try. I get a rather charming set of symptoms, characterized by sweats, confusion and a crazy hunger. Well, it’s not exactly hunger, but a panicky need to eat. Not quite the same thing, but close enough, I suppose. And everyone is different. And each low might present a variation of these symptoms.
But consider this:
Scenario 1 – Drop me in the middle of a candy store. I can look around me and haven’t a clue about why I’m there. Standing there long enough, and if I’m lucky enough, I might even figure out that I should have something – but what? Twix? Mars? The package of lifesavers? Well, that would just make too much sense now, wouldn’t it.
Scenario 2 – I’m standing in front of my kitchen cupboard – the Snack Cupboard, time has passed. I may not have an exact memory of walking into the kitchen. But I become aware of a distinct flavour of Oreos in my mouth, and a tell tale empty cookie bag laying in front of me. Do I love Oreos? Well, normally not THAT much. There’s also a litter of other remnants of my “snack” – some Crispers (bbq flavour), some chocolate covered cranberries. I have no real memory of eating all of this though - some hazy flashbacks perhaps, something like a dream. But looking around, I know I’m the resident Cookie Monster.
But it’s not over. In both these scenarios, we get to ride the ups and downs of the BG Express roller coaster. Not only do I get the post-low highs running me up to 20 (360), I get chills, and I wonder where the truck went that ran me over.
So as much as I’d say I’d love that Twix bar or Oreos to treat my lows, I’m apparently not responsible enough to do what is sane, and stop when I should stop. I think if I were to run with the amusement park analogy, I’d rather live in the House of Mirrors, reflecting on my life, than ride the BG Express, thank you very much.