If you get hypoglycemia, how would you describe the feeling of a low? Like, the internal sense of it, before (or beyond) the shakiness or sweatiness.
I've been trying to figure out how to describe it. For me, maybe it's like this heaviness in my chest similar to heart palpitations but not palpitations. Or like sometimes I feel like my insides are cold but not an actual physical sensation of cold. Or like my blood stream is frenetic and racing but (again) without a racing heartbeat?
Summary: reader’s blood sugar drops in the middle of the night
Warnings: Dangerously low blood sugar, low blood sugar symptoms (head racing, shaky, brain fog), crying, blood, mention of glucose tablets (which is kinda a medication? It helps get your blood sugar up), orange juice, fluff, pet names (Ladybug, princess, sweetie, honey, etc)
Short and sweet enough to give your hyperglycemia (high blood sugar)
For reference, any blood sugar below 70-80- depending on your dr- is considered low
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Why is my heart pounding? Y/N wonders groggily as her eyes flutter open. She can tell something is wrong. Her skin feels clammy and her whole body is shaking. Y/N slowly sits up, looking around confused. Her brain feels foggy and she can’t think straight. Tear well in her eyes from the frustration and she put her face in her hands.
“Are you okay, baby?” Bucky asks, voice thick with sleep.
Y/N bursts out in tears and he shoots up in bed.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting a hand on her cheek. Her skin is cold and sticky under his palm, “Steve, wake up,”
Y/N feels Steve sturs and sits up on her other side.
“Ladybug, what’s wrong?” Steve asks, rubbing her back.
“What’s your blood sugar?” Bucky asks, turning on the lamp.
Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, nuzzles her face into Steve’s chest in the bright light.
“Huh? Don’t know too dizzy,” she whimpers.
“It’s okay, princess, we’ll make it all better,” Steve soothes, wrapping his arm around her and Bucky grabs her phone off the nightstand.
Bucky goes straight to her Dexcom app.
“Shit,” he mumbles, pushing the blankets off and jumping out of bed.
“What? What is it?” Steve asks, tightening his grip about Y/N
“40.1 (2.2mmol/L) with double arrows down,” Bucky calls as he runs down the hall to the kitchen.
Bucky’s hands tremble as he grabs two bottles of orange juice from the fridge, as well as Y/N’s glucose tablets.
“Let’s manually check, baby,” Steve suggests, gently turning her so her back is against his chest. He grabs her diabetes bag off the nightstand and gets the glucometer (what checks how much sugar is in your blood) out. He quickly puts a strip in before getting the lancet (finger pricker) out. He quickly cleans her shaking index finger with an alcohol swab before pricking this finger.
“Oww Stevie,” Y/N whines.
“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he soothes, wiping the blood up with the strip. Steve lifts her still bleeding finger to his lips and sucks on it gently. 3…2…1…
“39.3, Buck!” Steve calls, releasing her finger with a pop.
“That bad?” Y/N slurs.
“Don’t close your eyes, Ladybug, Bucky will be right back,” Steve tells Y/N, gently tapping her cheek as her eyes start to close.
“Don’t li-like it,” she responds. Steve wipes the tears from her cheeks.
“I know, baby. Here’s Bucky!” Steve points out as Bucky plops down on the bed.
“Here you go, Ladybug,” Bucky voices, opening the orange juice and lifting it to her lips.
Y/N struggles to part her dry lips, still feeling confused. The sugary, tart juice is a shock to her system and she almost chokes on it.
“There you go, baby, think up,” Steve whispers, placing a hand on the back of her head.
“Take this too,” Bucky adds, opening the glucose tablets and getting two out. He gently parts her lips with his thumb and places them on her tongue before lifting the juice back up. She swallows them without hesitating.
“You’re doing so good, honey,” Steve soothes, “Keep drinking it,”
Y/N obeys, swallowing until the last drop is gone.
“Do you think that’s enough?” Steve whispers.
“I think? I don’t wanna overtreat and it goes high. Let’s just wait 15 minutes and recheck,”
“Bucky?”
“Yes, baby,” Bucky responds, putting a hand on his girlfriend’s leg.
Actual conversation had between insurance customer service and my dad and I after the pharmacy sent us the wrong test strips, and told us they weren’t covered.
Us: so why aren’t the one touch test strips covered anymore?
Insurance person 1: because we don’t cover those, and never have.
Us: is that reflected in the plan?
Insurance person: let’s see… under diabetic testing supplies we cover one touch and freestyle, and no other test strips.
Us: so why were we sent test strips that aren’t either of those?
Insurance person: because we don’t cover one touch.
So now we’re on hold waiting to talk to one rung up on the ladder. :/
Got my test results back and my A1C is only 6.7! This is probably the lowest I have ever seen it since I've been going to this endocrinologist. Whatever I'm doing is apparently good so yay.
ok i got a new new glucose monitor today, a one touch verio reflect, and the difference in readings from my freestyle insulinx is wild! my freestyle said at lunch i was 3.2 but the onetouch said 4.1! 😳 so i think i have to go to a diabetic nurse/doctor to ask about it. i also have to get them to make the bolus calculation in app so i don’t have to use a different app
It’s so hard to describe what a low blood sugar feels like. Dying? Sorta but that isn’t very specific. Brain fog? Nope, it’s way more intense than that. I think the best analogy I can come up with is: “it feels like an oversaturated image.”
