Now that I am a married woman my new “husband” (so weird to say that) and I go to the gym to pump some iron together. Its really fun, he became my trainer by default, and the best part… I don’t have to pay him! Well, not with money anyway (haha).
Rewind to Monday night. We got to the gym and I really wanted to do cardio since I haven’t really done any aerobic type workout in almost three weeks. Big M went to the weights and I hopped on an elliptical.
Before I left the house my BS was 137 and I already lowered my basal to a temporary basal of 50% an hour before as per my diabetes team.
I am good to go.
Dancing with the stars is on so I put the TV on to channel 1. I start on my 30 minute journey and pretend I am running through pretty hills and valleys somewhere nice.
At exactly 20 minutes in. My head starts feeling funny, I am sweating more than usual and my legs are starting to feel like lead weights.
First I thought damn I really am out of shape in just a couple of weeks. But, you the reader know otherwise. It was the symptoms of hypoglycemia.
I got off the machine walked over to my bag of hypo goodies. Pulled out my blood machine, with the shakiest hands I have felt in a long time.
The symptoms were actually starting to freak me out a bit. I pulled out the blood machine, prick my finger, wait 5 seconds. The longest 5 seconds in my life.
5 Mississippi
4 Mississippi
3 Mississippi
2 Mississippi
1 Mississippi
Beep
50
I am already chugging down some Fruit punch Gatorade. So I chug some more.
Question: Why is it as soon as you see the number and know you are definitely low the symptoms seem to get worse all of a sudden.
Now I walk over to M and he asks “whats wrong?”
Me: LOW
Him: How low?
Me: 50
Now he stops working out. I tell him not to worry about It. Keep going that I will be ok in a few. He has that worried look on his face.
ME: I AM FINE.
Big M has been working out religiously for as long as I know him. He was at Golds gym for years.
Now he has a new gym, and me at the gym with him, a place where when he gets mad at me, or needs to let out frustrations from work, or even life is now invaded by ME. I am now in all his little spaces, I hope that I don’t screw up his routine, from worrying about me.
I like going with him. It is nice knowing he is there in case I need him.
Welcome to married life!
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