I have been with Mr B for 9 years now. As soon as he looked like a keeper, i sat him down and we had a good long chat. I tried to explain that when i say 'I am hypoing' - and sometimes, that is ALL i can say - he needs to turn and leave the room, no talking, no discussion, no interaction, just turn and leave me totally alone. He has to trust me to treat the hypo and give me space. Then, when i am fit company, i will let him know.
He didn't get it to start with, but a couple of hypos later (i very nearly got violent with a knife), he learned. It is wonderful, now. I eat. I sit. I chill. I return to humanity. It is a luxurious privilege - and very rare. Now i am in ketosis they are never that bad any more.
It is strange to be out of control like that, but it is a relief to get a (so far) working mechanism to deal with it. And as i say, i barely ever need it now, and any recent occurrences are soooo much milder.
I'm probably not going to go down the way of full-on low-carb, at least not in the near future, but I am too reliant on carbs with meals based on pasta, rice or bread. I want to see what happens when it's substantially decreased.
