Blood | Glucose
It started with a subtle tremor in his fingertips while he was mid-sentence in a meeting. He felt the familiar, cold seep of adrenaline—the "low." His blood glucose was dropping, a runaway train heading for a crash. The world began to tilt, the edges of his vision softening like a damp watercolor painting.
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By dinner, the line on his phone’s tracking app finally leveled out—a steady, beautiful horizon. It started with a subtle tremor in his
He’d overcorrected. Now, the glucose was soaring. His blood felt thick, like honey moving through his veins. He grew thirsty, a deep, parched ache that no amount of water could quench. He felt irritable, the sound of a ticking clock suddenly as loud as a hammer. He tapped a few buttons on his insulin pump, sending a corrective dose to act as the "anchor" to pull his levels back down. This is for informational purposes only
