Lucky supermarket almost had a fat old lady down in the dairy department today.

Holy crap.

For the first time, I had an attack with low blood sugar.

Not fun.

I absolutely thought I was going to black out.  My hands were red and shaking – a lot.  I was in a cold sweat.

And I was soooooo scared.

I tried bending over my grocery cart – didn’t help.

I tried leaning up against a refrigerated section – didn’t help.

So I went to the fruit juices – which thankfully were right there – and got me a small Simply Raspberry Lemonade – and drank it.

It took maybe 10 minutes or so, but I was okay.

Holy fucking shit.

I have had diabetes for a couple of years and have had low blood sugar (in the 60s and 70s) with no problems.  In fact, I pretty much have no way of telling if my blood sugar is high or low, because I’ve never had (and still don’t have) the usual symptoms.  I have been very complacent about this.  Not so much now – not that I’m going to go screaming into the night or run around like the proverbial chicken sans head.

I’m going to stash a couple glucose tablets in my purse; and I will not go from breakfast until late afternoon without eating anything (and then go on a big grocery shopping run).

I would like to think I’m smarter than this, but the evidence tends to indicate otherwise.

D’oh.