Slow Motion.
My body, thoughts, reactions, all slow to a crawl. Even the seconds on the clock seem to crawl (contributing to the hours). Each blink of my eye seems to draw out, taking minutes. The sounds coming into my ears seem like they are coming through a screen of slow. All slurs and muffled elongated noises.
Molasses in January as they say in my neck of the woods. And you know, that’s probably not far from reality with all that extra sugar in my blood.
The slow motion is most pronounced when I’m counting on my reflexes and dexterity (both physical and mental). When playing basketball for example. It’s like everyone else on the court is moving so much faster than I can. Even though I’m willing (with all the will I have) my body to move, it won’t respond fast enough. There is a delay between what I want to do and what I actually do. Everything is out of sync.
It takes all of the focus I can muster up to simply not lag behind the life going on around me. That focus tires me out. It’s like it sucks the energy right out of me. Making me both mentally and physically tired. More to come on that.
And as if life with diabetes does not present enough irony, I’m writing about being high while munching smarties to fight out of a low. How’s that for irony?
