Today I'm posting again to join a "Wild Card" topic called Crazy Stories: Diabetes can sure bring some crazy moments. So tell us your Top 3 craziest D related stories! If you can't think of three, don't worry. We're just as happy with one or two. . .
Once upon a time, there were three bears. Momma bear, Poppa bear, and Baby bear. Oh wait . . . That's not the story you want to hear is it?
Mine is an ongoing story. I have
I have two types of nightmares.
One centers on a sort of time swap theme. I'll be doing something and go back and forth in time to find out I've made a horrible mistake and everyone (including myself) dies because if it.
The other centers on me having to do something or the world will end. The pressure to save everyone is unbearable. My task is always something different. I've have to repeat a song word for word without making a mistake (which, of course, I can't do). Sometimes it's doing something complex like linking the alphabet to different codes (which I don't understand). Once I had to count backwards from one zillion (I couldn't figure out what came before a zillion). I always fail. Always. Then I die (and so does everyone else).
Death (in either type of dream) is caused by my stomach exploding. I always wake up as that explosion is happening. I'm terrified but somehow (luckily) realize that I'm probably low. My stomach always hurts like it really did explode and Angry says I rub it constantly until my blood sugar comes back up. I also ask him if I'm OK or if I'm dead. He says it's like I'm using a mantra as I repeat, "Am I OK? Did I die? Is my stomach OK? Did I die?" He stays awake with me, reassuring me that I'm fine (and making sure I did treat the hypo).
There is one plus about these nightmares. I can assure you that if you die in a dream you will NOT die in real life.
As much as I hate these things I'm a bit grateful that they wake me up and somehow (at least so far) I always reach for the glucose tablets.
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