Sometimes, even the most seasoned T1D traveler just doesn’t have the energy to plan it all out. This weekend in Victoria, I ditched my usual diabetes travel prep – and proved that letting go (and moving a little more) can still work out just fine.
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Over the years I’ve heard time and time again low blood sugar episodes being compared to inebriation. I’ve never really related to that comment though. Maybe it’s because I’m not on the outside looking in, but rather the person in the moment. Sure, there are a lot of similarities – irrationality, unpredictability, blurred vision, slurred speech, passing out – but drunkeness, at least in the moment, is often viewed as fun, exciting, thrilling. Whereas hypoglycemia, for me, is more akin to full body failure. It can last anywhere from 15 minutes to several hours. My brain in a fog, my eyes desperately trying to catch the words maniacally dancing on the page. A part of me deep inside watches from the sidelines, desperately crying out for help. But the words don’t come out. What does is nothing more than a mumble, or a hate-filled cranky mess. I’ve burst into tears, I’ve thrown
