After the Juicebox.

I was sitting on the couch last night after dinner, watching an old episode of Seinfeld that was on TV (it was the one where Kramer apologises to a monkey, in case you were wondering…).

I could feel a low coming on, but I wasn’t 100% sure. I got up, washed my hands and made my way into my room. I closed the door shut, which felt somewhat like a huge effort.

I sank into the office chair behind my desk. I reached out, trapping my meter, strips and lancing device in my outstretched hand and dragged them towards me.

My blood sugar was 2.4.

Reaching for a juicebox inside my desk drawer, I jabbed a straw in and guzzled out the contents of it within seconds.

I sat there, paralysed, in my desk chair, wanting to do more to address just how awful I felt. I felt hot and stuffy, largely thanks to the layers I was wearing. But I’d never been more grateful to feel hot and stuffy, rather than feeling shivery-scary.

I buried my face in my hands, as time stood still. I exerted somewhat of a moan into my sleeves, which very helpfully muffled the noise I was making.

I checked the time on my phone, wishing I’d taken note of when I sucked the life out of that juice box. I tried to rack my brain for the answer, but it’s concept of time was all jumbled.

The next check in I-can’t-remember-how-many-minutes’ time registered at 3.4. Not too long after that, I could feel my brain function returning. I very relievedly sank onto the couch in front of Superstore, which was all I could really muster for the remainder of the evening.

From one sudden hypo, I felt absolutely wrecked.

As I was sitting there, I couldn’t help but draw the irony in a conversation I’d had earlier that day – a follow up call from my pump start a few weeks ago.

‘And your levels are going okay?’


  1. It is something we don’t like talking about and sometimes with a 2.4 it hits harder than other times. Thanks for sharing that. Its annoying but the best we can do is keep checking our sugar levels. I manually check mine [ finger pricks ] at least 10 times a day. I hate Diabetes but I love life. Thanks Frank, myself and many appreciate your effort in keeping us informed.

  2. Jane

    It’s now 3 hours after the hypo (2.9 not 3..8 as my pump was showing). I still feel as though I’ve been dragged through a blackberry bush backwards and the hypo hangover headache is just starting. I’m just glad that I have cgm and that this is a relatively rare occurrence. The brain fog is starting to lift and I know I will be OK, but …
    Thanks for sharing, Frank. Hoope you are OK now.

  3. Rick Phillips

    My levels always run just fine. I mean until they do not. Then,, well Not so much. So when asked how are your levels? My answer is when?

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