Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Hunger games

No, no, not that rad book series. But the kind of hunger PWDs struggle with - the one where you feel those pangs because you actually need fuel to sustain yourself, rather than pangs in response to varying levels of blood sugars.

I vividly remember the first time I felt real-people hungry after my diagnosis. I was in college, and had just made the switch to Humalog. I was wandering around the mall with my mom and realized I was starving. My stomach felt like it was dissolving itself and it took a horrifyingly long time for me to realize that the sensation was hunger - it had been years since I'd felt it.

I looked at the clock and it was way past my usual NPH-peak snacktime. I had blown right by it and hadn't gone low. I'd just shopped and browsed, blissfully unaware, just like a normal person, unconcerned with insulin and blood sugar and where my next meal was.

Of course I promptly burst into tears in the middle of the food court. It's not often you're able to be 100 percent aware of your life changing radically for the better.

(h/t to Kerri for the inspiration! Her post this morning, linked above, brought me instantly back to that moment of time.)

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