I remember XX, who was diabetic, throwing irrational tantrums everytime he got tired and short of sugar. I have started doing the same thing.
He used to punch people. One time he drove home from work so short of sugar that he drove off the road into a hedge. The poor policeman that pulled him out of the car tried to see what the dog-tags round his neck said. XX thought he was being robbed and punched the young copper. Next thing XX knew, he was waking up in hospital, feeling a bit rough. He went into work the next day, but the assaulted policeman stayed home with concussion. Fortunately he didn't press charges.
Today, I had a full day working, which wiped me out. I got in and really just needed to lie down. I didn't get the chance and by the time my husband got home, I was ready to flip. I ended up screaming and throwing kitchen items around and basically having a complete toddler tantrum, which is somewhat unbecoming of a middle-aged lady.
When I checked my sugar it wasn't low. It was 6.7, which is fairly normal. It is however, a whole point below what my fasting sugar has been running at. Basically, despite the fact I have plenty of sugar in my system, I can't get at it. Or maybe I'm just turning in to someone who throws violent hissy fits if they get a bit tired.
Good God, I hope not.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
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