As Bennet has wisely established as a mantra, Your Diabetes May Vary.
The same applies to Lows. Kerri (Shelby?) wrote about this very recently, which was actually funny timing because I'd had that same topic on the mind after a conversation the day before with my own mom. She's lived with Type 1 for more than five decades, since she was a young kid, and we were doing an interview about our own individual, joint, and differing D-Life experiences. Lows came up, and that got me wondering how our experiences varied.
I've written about some of my examples in the past - violent thrashing and struggling, believing my wife was an alien or robot or Communist trying to gain control of me, the dog trying to eat my head, and the dream-like states of being outside my body and then waking up to the paramedics hovering above me. You get the idea.
But I wanted to know about my mom's, so I asked. She responded by email:
In our household, Suzi and I have an understanding that if I'm in "violent Low mode" and she can't easily get at me with frosting, juice, or glucagon, then it's best to step back and summon the paramedics. That's just how we do it.
Reiterating the questions I'd asked in my post back in late 2009, I'd be curious to get feedback on others' experiences when Low.
- How often you do/have had these happen (maybe pre-CGM days, if applicable)?
Whatever our experiences might be like, hopefully they are few and far between. And, you know, the aliens and robots don't really take control of us.
The same applies to Lows. Kerri (Shelby?) wrote about this very recently, which was actually funny timing because I'd had that same topic on the mind after a conversation the day before with my own mom. She's lived with Type 1 for more than five decades, since she was a young kid, and we were doing an interview about our own individual, joint, and differing D-Life experiences. Lows came up, and that got me wondering how our experiences varied.
I've written about some of my examples in the past - violent thrashing and struggling, believing my wife was an alien or robot or Communist trying to gain control of me, the dog trying to eat my head, and the dream-like states of being outside my body and then waking up to the paramedics hovering above me. You get the idea.
But I wanted to know about my mom's, so I asked. She responded by email:
I did (have reactions) and remember my mother pouring juice down my throat. She also always carried one of those little boxes of raisins in her purse to give me when I didn't feel well. The only glucose tabs were those white ones, which I would lock my jaws against and refuse. When I was a kid, a lot of it had to be done on what I said I was feeling, because there was only urine tests and they were so far off. They might show you weren't low but you could have dropped low in the meantime. Also I only took Lente insulin, a pig and beef combo, and it wasn't real stable. If you didn't eat your meals on time and didn't eat all of your food, you had lows. There wasn't anything you could do about it as that was all there was.
I never had anything bad like the seizures you did. When you first had them, we were terrified. The endo clinic said it wasn't because of the diabetes and by the time we could get the seizure under control and do a blood test, you wouldn't be real low. So they never thought it was from low sugar. They made us see a neuropsychic guy who did a bunch of head tests, like CAT scans and stuff, but they never figured out what it was from. The seizures only lasted a couple years and then they stopped.
It wasn't until years later that some other parents at a JDRF meeting said their kids, usually boys, also had seizures with low sugars.
If by violent lows, you mean kicking and striking and generally being mean, I do do that. It's just that your father is much bigger than me and can easily sit on me and keep me down to cram stuff in my throat. It was easier when you were small and I could sit on you to get juice down you. Once you became as big as me, it became much more difficult.
In our household, Suzi and I have an understanding that if I'm in "violent Low mode" and she can't easily get at me with frosting, juice, or glucagon, then it's best to step back and summon the paramedics. That's just how we do it.
Reiterating the questions I'd asked in my post back in late 2009, I'd be curious to get feedback on others' experiences when Low.
- How often you do/have had these happen (maybe pre-CGM days, if applicable)?
- Stories that stand out, for better or worse?
- Worst (most dangerous) examples?
- What brought you out of that reaction?
- Scariest part - the dream state, emotions, guilty, etc?
- Lessons learned?
- Whatever else might be pertinent, relevant, or randomly of interest
Whatever our experiences might be like, hopefully they are few and far between. And, you know, the aliens and robots don't really take control of us.