| The Tuesday I'd gotten down to 36, my lowest. Just a half hour before, I'd been at 95. I'd planned to eat a snack and then exercise. While putting on my workout clothes, I saw bright spots dead center. I'd seen those in my previous lowest lows (42) but couldn't believe I'd be going that low that fast; thought they might be after-images. I walked into the kitchen to make a snack and felt like I was going to pass out at the sink. Walked carefully back to the bedroom (near glucose tabs and meter) and tested at 36. I asked my husband to pray for me, and then chewed some glucose tablets before walking slowly back to the kitchen to get a more substantial snack.
Once a couple weeks ago I was driving and all of a sudden felt horrible, like I was awfully drunk, and dealing with traffic. I'd gotten down to 54 so I took the next off-ramp and parked; however, my husband (who was following me in his car) had to urge me to move out of the lane and onto the shoulder. Fortunately, nobody was coming, and I was able to eat enough glucose tabs and snacks to drive home.  | 
