My wife’s understanding and patience with me (and my diabetes) seems to know no bounds, and I’m so grateful.
It hit me about halfway through my shopping list at Walmart; that feeling of my blood sugar dropping fast and the anxiety of lots of insulin on board (relatively). A quick glance at my wrist confirmed it.
Five glucose tabs left in my tube, which I ate quickly, but I knew wouldn’t be enough to do the job. Why only five left? Because I’d used the other five earlier in the day. More on that in another post.
I quickly finished shopping, keeping a close eye on things. I grabbed a sweet treat at the cash register, ate it, then headed out to the car in a buzz of relief and concern about what happened.
Why was I concerned?
Because I had seven items on my shopping list, but my cart was overflowing with groceries.
This was supposed to be a quick “we’re out of these few things…” tripĀ and ended up much different.
That’s okay, babe.
Le sigh… š