· You get really angry for no reason.
· You start crying for no reason.
· You get angry and start crying…for no reason.
· You wake up (in your bed) with something like an anxiety attack, thinking:
- “What if I don’t get my circus application in on time?”
- “What if I am late to the Bike and Build orientation?”
- “Oh no, I totally forgot to prep the fruit salad, breakfast is going to be a disaster!”
- “I’m going nowhere in life and will wind up living under a bridge and dying in a gutter by the time I’m 40.”
· Nothing seems to be going right. I mean nothing. Then you cry.
- “Why can’t I do these kick-over to seats on the German Wheel?”
- “There’s no way I can do these math problems. The 3’s multiplication table is impossible.”
- “Why do I keep dropping everything?”
· Someone asks if you’d like some help doing a somewhat difficult yet not impossible task, and you get angry.
· You’re talking gibberish. Or rather, the story you’re telling makes no sense at all to anyone but you.
· You lose all sense of coordination. That is, if you had any to begin with.
· Mood swings? Haha, mood rollercoaster!
· You think to yourself, “I should go grab my blood test machine and do a blood test because I’m feeling a little off.” Then you realize that you’re already holding your meter, and that you’ve actually been holding it for a while, but you don’t know how long. And you have no recollection, whatsoever, of getting up, walking over to the table, grabbing said machine off the table, and returning to the chair. Then when you finally get around to doing a blood test, the machine reads “34 mg/dL.” Score.
*Some of those things may or may not have occurred in the course of my diabetic life.
