A Taste is Too Much

This weekend I was standing in my kitchen, when I realized I didn't feel well, I had a headache, my stomach was sort of cramping, I was light headed and shaky, and a panicked feeling came over me. It was a nervous, sweaty panic. I had 4 nieces and a nephew hanging with us for the day and I was terrified. It finally dawned on me. My sugar was low. I tested and sure enough I was heading low...which is strange since I've never felt anything like this and had eaten that day (I don't usually eat breakfast but had oatmeal and coffee with a little sugar). It wasn't until I had eaten something and started to feel better that I realized that so much of Lane Michael's life is feeling like that. Headaches, shaky, nervous, panic. It was a slap in the face of reality. His reality. I have a new appreciation for what he goes through, I now realize, the pokes, the shots, the blood work...that's the easy stuff compared to that feeling.