Hypo’s that strike in the twilight hour. Oh! How I wish they didn’t exist. It’s completely unnatural, physically exhausting and absolutely out of my control.
I battle the early morning hours, the plunging sugars, overwhelming outer body experience, numb lips, numb tongue but for how long will this go on? Like a robot, malfunctioning, I’m shutting down, down, down.
Sweat pouring profusely from my head, back, and chest. Completely soaked, chills run down my spine. Reduced to tears, feeling alone, wiped out and confused.
Hands, fingers, muscles won’t coordinate, shaking as I reach for that something sweet. Without my energy source, evidently, I’m running on fumes. Overcome by a ravenous hunger, I devour everything in sight.
As I plough through the symptoms I hope, I pray that I can get myself back to some feeling of normality. Anything to feel better, to sleep peacefully for what remains of this night.
Amina xx
Sugar High Sugar Low - My life with Type 1 diabetes 