Hypo is a four letter word. For some reason I find that quite funny right now..perhaps because I am having a ‘funny’ hypo right now (don’t worry I have had my lucozade and am on the way back up). What is a funny hypo? It’s one in which for some unknown reason I find everything hysterically funny, laugh when it is suggested that I should test my bloodsugar and then proceed to play with my lucozade bottle rather than drink it’s contents. This then requires Ben to plead with me to drink it, which again I find very funny and refuse to drink it. Eventually I do drink it and as the sugar hits I return to normal (whatever ‘normal’ is).
I have several different ‘types’ of hypo much to Ben’s bewilderment.
1. The ‘funny’ hypo: as described above
2. The ’sad’ hypo: where everything is just too much to handle and I cry for absolutely no reason whatsover
3. The ‘angry/aggressive’ hypo: this is when I get really cross and shout at whoever is trying to help me, I push them away if the try to give me lucozade and throw the lucozade across the room. Fortunately I tend not to get too violent and other than a few slaps and a bop on the nose Ben has so far come away unscathed (my poor long suffering husband).
Most diabetics probably have a few really funny hypo stories, me included. This one took place at about 3am one night, I woke up in that all too familiar state of complete disorientation and confusion about why I was roasting hot and in a pool of sweaty wetness. Rather than wake Ben I thought it would be a good idea to sort out my hypo myself. So I got out of bed, stripping off my pyjamas as I went. I couldn’t find the lucozade so picked up a box of cornflakes.
Ben must have heard the rustling so came to the kitchen where he found me sitting on the floor naked, half laughing, half crying whilst eating cornflakes one at a time from the packet! Ben grabbed a bottle of golden syrup and attempted to get some down me whilst I was making desperate efforts to spit it out. He got enough in though and within a few minutes I was up and about and moaning about the stickiness and why he gave me syrup when I don’t like it!
Anyway back to my original point…Hypo is a four letter word. I hate hypo’s. Unless you suffer from them you won’t know just how debilatating they are. Aside from the physical symptoms of shaking, tiredness, dizziness, cold sweating, going pale, crying, laughing etc, there are the cognitive and emotional effects. My thinking slows down, my surroundings become a blur and it’s as if I am trapped in bubble, separated from everything around me. I feel so vulnerable and hate the fact that sometimes hypo’s make me relient on the help of someone else, gah it’s frustrating.
Another blogger has put this much more eloquently than me in a VLog, so I am posting a link to her blog. Kerri is author of ‘Six Until Me’ and here is a post and VLog about diabetes being an invisible illness, she made the VLog whilst experiencing low blog sugar and it really sums up very well what it is like to experience a hypo. So thanks to Kerri for putting it online.