Just one of those days I guess. Should anyone have spied on me for the last 4 hours, they would have seen someone enjoying a beer in their garden in front of a fan while cuddling dogs and cats, switching to water halfway the bottle of beer, eating a piece of licqorice and switching back to the beer. Catching a 4 week old guinea-pig, bring it to the neighbours' guinea-pa pen, spend 45 minutes to catch it again because the neighbours' pen proved unsafe for this small a guinea-pig. Then walking back with the guinea-pig while sweating profusely and hastily return it to the pen of guinea-ma's to enjoy the evening with some more licqorice while reading an entertaining book about a red-haired Scot and his time-traveling wife. Then they would have seen me fiddling with a pen against my stomach and eating a wonderful soup with a slice of funny bread with garlic butter, followed by some more licqorice.
In reality, this all happened, plus I used six or seven test strips in this time frame because Libre is too slow around a hypo, I had to go back eight pages in my book because of reading without regisrating, was busy trying to match the speed of beer to speed of insulin, noticing I miscalculated the carbs in my dinner and correcting before a second hypo would occur and cursing myself for not taking phone, meter or hypo treatment with me when 'just quickly' dropping off a guinea-pig.
I have pretty understanding friends, but this stuff is just so hard to explain. I still feel lucky that my diabetes behaves a little better than this, though, most of the time.
Now I think about it, could very well be my period coming up. I tend to go low before, and I usually don't feel sorry about myself, except once a month. Stupid.