After it’s done, and I’ve either completely blown it out of the water with a panic-driven overeating session, or I’ve been able to stand my ground and treat with only as many carbs needed to get back to target, I feel downright tired. Literally, run over. Mack Truck style.
The adrenaline flow has been cut off – the emergency is over. Time to slow things down, back to normal.
There is a wave of exhaustion that rushes over me. I can feel it as it envelopes me in tiredness. Crashing back down to the “non-adrenaline” state of normalcy. I just want to curl up and go to sleep. Or at least not be pressed into doing anything.
To a certain point, the degree to which I feel wiped out is proportionate to how bad the low was. When I say that, though, I don’t mean the number or test result, but rather the symptoms of the low. Have you ever noticed that even though the actual blood sugar value is not that low, the symptoms just kick your ass? Like a 64 might feel worse than a 46? It’s not consistent, though – it must depend on the scenario somehow. Maybe it has to do with how fast you are dropping.
Anyway – that’s the second thing I hate about low blood sugar.
