Then I heard a muffled BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! from my purse. I know that alarm - that's a you're-low-and-haven't-been-paying-attention-to-me yell from Jim.
Except I wasn't feeling anything resembling that eating a horse, on a rollercoaster, while drunk experience. Hmm.
I pulled out my meter, instead of the CGM, to do some fact-checking first.
|Well, I'll be darned!|
Why do my symptoms sometimes show up only after I see the proof on the meter or CGM screen? Is it that my body suddenly feels a need to ask permission to feel like crap? Is the panic of seeing such a low number a tipping point of some sort?
Will I ever know the answer to these sorts of diabetes mysteries?