I saw the numbers, glucose dropped 105 or 5.82 in one hour, bottomed out at 38 or 2.1, and received the diagnosis of reactive hypoglycemia, but felt left out. All these symptoms every one mentioned, yet I couldn’t identify.
- Sure I get tired and grouchy, but I work nights. I’m always tired and grouchy.
- OK, I can feel a bit anxious, irritable, and hyper at work, where I am most likely to eat off plan, but I’m an ICU nurse and the job is stressful.
- I do get cold extremities, but so do all the women in my family. Hot water bottles are our friends.
- Blurry vision? Hello, I’ve worn glasses most of my life due to Astigmatism aka the vision of Monet. My vision is never truly clear, even with new glasses.
On and on, poor me.
Last night, after dinner out, I really wanted a cookie. My freezer is currently full of meat, love sales, so I knew I didn’t have any appropriate substitute at home. Stopped by the store, after all I just wanted one cookie.....but the bakery area was closed and they would only sell by the box of 12. So, I left with a box of heath bar (chocolate covered toffee) cookies. I slowly savored one, thought I could put the rest in the fridge, but ate one more. Blood glucose not great, but not terrible.
A few hours later, the cookies were calling. By the time I went to bed, I had eaten most of the box, put the rest in the garbage, and smashed them to prevent further eating. Yes, I have to treat myself like a child. Self control is not my middle name. Blood glucose? Yikes! Let’s just say it was quite high.
Slept a few hours and woke up angry, hot, sweaty, ripping off blankets, a bit crazed,.....at the same time I had an Ah-Ha moment. OMG, of course I don’t have symptoms. If I eat carbs, I just keep eating every few hours until I go to bed. I can time my hypo by when I wake up crazy, sweaty, angry, and aggressively taking my anger out on the pillows and blankets. Did I get up, go downstairs, and check my glucose to verify? No. I would have fallen down those stairs. However this also explains why I could never eat after work. If I did, I would wake up about 3 hours later to eat again, and a few hours after that, and never get sleep.
I feel like I just found the village’s lost idiot, me.
Guess I should be glad I never bottomed into a coma.....though I do recall times after strenous exercise, something that spikes my glucose, when I pretty much passed out for a few hours. Oops!
- Sure I get tired and grouchy, but I work nights. I’m always tired and grouchy.
- OK, I can feel a bit anxious, irritable, and hyper at work, where I am most likely to eat off plan, but I’m an ICU nurse and the job is stressful.
- I do get cold extremities, but so do all the women in my family. Hot water bottles are our friends.
- Blurry vision? Hello, I’ve worn glasses most of my life due to Astigmatism aka the vision of Monet. My vision is never truly clear, even with new glasses.
On and on, poor me.
Last night, after dinner out, I really wanted a cookie. My freezer is currently full of meat, love sales, so I knew I didn’t have any appropriate substitute at home. Stopped by the store, after all I just wanted one cookie.....but the bakery area was closed and they would only sell by the box of 12. So, I left with a box of heath bar (chocolate covered toffee) cookies. I slowly savored one, thought I could put the rest in the fridge, but ate one more. Blood glucose not great, but not terrible.
A few hours later, the cookies were calling. By the time I went to bed, I had eaten most of the box, put the rest in the garbage, and smashed them to prevent further eating. Yes, I have to treat myself like a child. Self control is not my middle name. Blood glucose? Yikes! Let’s just say it was quite high.
Slept a few hours and woke up angry, hot, sweaty, ripping off blankets, a bit crazed,.....at the same time I had an Ah-Ha moment. OMG, of course I don’t have symptoms. If I eat carbs, I just keep eating every few hours until I go to bed. I can time my hypo by when I wake up crazy, sweaty, angry, and aggressively taking my anger out on the pillows and blankets. Did I get up, go downstairs, and check my glucose to verify? No. I would have fallen down those stairs. However this also explains why I could never eat after work. If I did, I would wake up about 3 hours later to eat again, and a few hours after that, and never get sleep.
I feel like I just found the village’s lost idiot, me.
Guess I should be glad I never bottomed into a coma.....though I do recall times after strenous exercise, something that spikes my glucose, when I pretty much passed out for a few hours. Oops!
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