Fear Factor: The Diabetic Edition
On Saturday night after spending a long, exhausting day at Universal Studios, we were starving and ready for dinner. After a brief exchange of “What do you want?” “I don’t know, what do you want?” “I don’t know, what do you want” (think the vultures from the Jungle Book), we finally decided on Margaritaville.
The conversation was lively and it eventually turned towards stories about unusual hypoglycemic experiences. Namely, the strange and unusual choices one has used to treat a low blood sugar. They ranged from eating candy with the wrapper still on to mistaking Tums for glucose tablets!
My story took place a few summers ago when I was babysitting for a toddler. I had just put her to bed and was getting ready for a relaxing evening of TV watching before her mom came home. I started to feel a little “off” so I tested my blood sugar and saw that I was indeed low. Not a severe low, but still low. When I reached in my bag to pull out my juice box, I discovered there was nothing inside. I can’t remember why I didn’t have anything, but I assume that I probably used it earlier that day and forgot to take another one with me when I left my apartment. I wasn’t too concerned because like I said I was babysitting for a toddler. There had to be juice in the house, right?
Apparently the mother didn’t believe in juice for either her child or herself so I was left with a fridge full of leftovers and Crystal Light. None of this was very helpful. There was a gallon of milk, however, on one of the shelves, so I pulled it out and poured myself a glass. At this point, my blood sugar was starting to drop even more and so the panic associated with a low blood sugar was starting to set in.
Anxious about my blood sugar and frustrated with myself for not being prepared, I decided I needed to make sure that my blood sugar didn’t drop. Although I knew milk had sugar in it, I was not convinced it would work fast enough.
So I decided to put a little sugar in it.
I stirred in a couple tablespoons and gulped it, trying to catch all the sugar before it settled at the bottom of the glass. Unfortunately, sugar doesn’t dissolve much, so I poured another glass and tried to swallow the rest of the sugary milk.
It was, in a word, totally gross.
But it worked.
What is your weirdest hypoglycemia treatment? Have you ever eaten anything to treat a low that you probably shouldn’t have? Leave them in the comments or send me an email and I’ll post some of them later this week.