| I've had the luxury of running this past week with a weapons specialist that was in the Special Forces. I haven't ran or kept at it in over a year, and the same for him.
I had an extremely bad low yesterday morning, I can't figure out if I subconsciously got up and took some insulin or if it was due to the physical routine we are doing together, because I'm usually around 200 in the mornings. My muscles completely failed on me, and I had to literally crawl to the fridge (felt like it took an hour), and I tried to open a 2 liter of coke, couldnt use my muscles, so I threw that down and managed to get a can of soda open. I was trying to chug it but my reaction time to swallowing was so delayed i kept choking and spitting most of it back up. I managed to crawl (back) to my room and call my girlfriend (which took forever to punch the correct keys in), and couldnt get my voice to muster up any "oomph", so i sounded like a little girl. But she got the paramedics and police department to come over and one of the officers was able to find my kit and squirt the glucose frosting/cream in my mouth. I ate all that, along with that coke i drank AND drank a cup of orange juice with the paramedics there. My number was 43 when they checked it (after i had all that), and it kept going down! They checked it three times in a ten minute period before it started going back up. So I had to have given myself a shot in a sleep walk or something, which scares the **** out of me.
Was easily the worst low I've ever been awake for. I've passed out when I worked at the Police Department full time and they said I was cussing and fighting with three of the other officers when they tried to stick me with an IV in my arm. I wasn't "aware" during that experience, but this one was absolutely horrible. I couldn't walk or focus on anything, but I KNEW I had to get some sugar in me. I thought some organ failed on me or something, because I had never felt like that before, no use of my muscles in my legs, and I couldn't feel anything when I was pulling myself around by my arms.
Such a weird experience. On the upside, its gotten my family doctor to fax my medical records over to the endocrinologist i want to start seeing (to get a pump). I've been trying to get him to fax my records for over a month after signing a release and they kept giving me the run around.
I don't ever want to experience that again. Ugh.  | 
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