Mentally, when I’m only mildly low, around 70 or so, I can be a bit grumpy and short.
As it goes lower, it is harder for me to concentrate. I get more and more impatient. I don’t want anyone talking to me while I’m trying to say, finish cooking dinner and measuring portions so I can actually GET FOOD INTO ME NOW. GO AWAY!
When I’m below 50, I’m surprisingly clear headed -in my head- as to what’s going on, what I need to do, where my supplies are, etc… but communicating to another person? Haha, no.
If I’m asleep, I usually start having really, really weird, freaky dreams that border on nightmares and wake up about to break into a sweat.
I think what’s more disturbing than the short-term, immediate effects of lows, though, are the longer term, ingrained responses we develop due to having to dealing with lows. One of my symptoms of lows, for example, is that my vision will dim or go spotty. I was in the living room alone, and reading. Suddenly it became more difficult. The room was dim. I thought “Oh, I’m starting to go low!” I looked at my CGM - no, it said 81. Huh. Well, don’t just trust that, so I did a fingerstick. 88. What in the world? Now I was very confused! Clearly I was having symptoms of a low, but I wasn’t low!
I looked up in exasperation - diabetes can never be simple. And then I found the culprit.
One of the 4 lightbulbs in the ceiling fan above me had gone out. But mentally, I’m so conditioned to “this is a symptom of a low” that the first response to realizing the room is dim is to check my bloodsugar. Twice.