I swear I can tell when my blood sugar is getting low. I start getting grouchy, then, if it progresses, I could gnaw off the arm of anyone else in the house.
Within five minutes, I’ll tank, and pass out. Ususally, I know that’s going to happen, so at least I can run to the bed, sofa, or recliner chair. Sometimes, I’m not so lucky.
Tonight, I got food within my five minute limit. Phew. My recliner awaits my carcass.
I start getting the shakes and a nasty panic feeling. That’s when I know it’s time to hunt down a soda.