Hypoglycaemia – ever heard of it?

Neither had I until a few years ago (okay, like eight years ago or so now). I've always had a shocking sweet tooth – I can’t drink (my asthma doesn't like alcohol at all) but leave me with a 1kg bag of licorice off cuts and I'll do my best to demolish them, including drinking water until I stop feeling queasy and then continuing… it’s really rather sad but sugar is NOT my friend and I just can’t buy lollies (or at least no more than the tiny kiddy bags made up at the local dairy) without giving myself a sugar hangover. I've since discovered this is a tell tale sign of a hypoglycaemic  What happens when I eat sugar is my body pumps out endorphins to help counteract the massive glucose surge along with insulin to fix it. But it kind of over does it. Lots of endorphins means all I want to do is chow down on everything sugary within reach (seriously, Glenn knows to hide such things from me – I have no concept of sharing when it comes to sugary treats *blush*). Occasionally, when I'm really excited or anxious (or have adrenalin pumping) my body decides to pump out insulin in response – it’s kinda like it mixes up the appropriate thing endorphins/insulin and when that happens I'll stop dead in my tracks (where ever I happen to be) say something like ‘I feel funny’ then fall to my knees (this is great! Stops most accidental concussions) then flop over unconscious. Not normal unconscious but with my eyes rolled back and apparently I look like I'm talking (yes, that’s where the idea came from when I wrote the scene with Cat/Alek and the tehnear in The Arrival). Naturally anyone near me tends to freak out but by the time the ambulance reaches me my blood sugar has normalized enough that I'm conscious. Of course I do kinda look like I'm stoned and it’s a seriously queer feeling to experience. First off I have no idea where I am, when I drop my mind whisks me away and I believe that I'm standing on the deck at our hut chatting to a woman with long dark curly hair. It feels so real to me that I can smell the bush, feel the ribbed boards of the deck under my feet and the slight breeze on my skin. I have no idea what the strange lady is talking to me about and I can never remember when I come to. It’s pretty freaky to open your eyes and not know where you are. Usually I'm staring at a ceiling and for a few moments I'm completely terrified, not knowing where I am and unable to move as I come to my senses. Then my hearing starts to come back but it sounds like I'm hearing everything from a far off distant. I remember coming to on the bathroom floor once, with Glenn bent over me anxiously asking me if it was okay that he rang the ambulance (kiwi’s have a real ‘ she'll be right’ attitude that often prevents us calling for help – silly I know but it’s true). I remember staring at him in astonishment because I could see his mouth moving, but his voice sounded so, so far away. Then the feeling starts to come back to my face and limbs and it’s accompanied by a strange ‘rushing’ sensation. I'm pretty dozy at this stage and tend to feel pleasantly dreamy while most amused by the ‘energy’ that seems to be resonating off my limbs. I'm usually studying my hands, waving them past each other in slow motion while asking in a Mr Burns on medication tone – ‘Wow, can you feel that? I'm all fuzzy’.This strange experience happened several years in a row, all just before or on Christmas when I was zooming around in kidlike excitement and it just occurred to me to write this as I'm going through the same sensations right at the moment. Current adrenaline rush excitement is cued by the desire to read my draft but I must hold off!! No reading through until it’s gone through the proof reader…. For the mean time I think I might go have a lie down ;p and maybe a drink of juice to help *grin* I get far too involved in all this!

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