Well, crap...
Had to call 911 tonight. I was at the gym and had an episode of exercise induced hypoglycemia. No one else was in the gym and I think I passed out but I'm not sure. All I know is that I lost about an hour and a half of time, I don't remember at all. Then I remember a terrifying nightmare like series of images, where I thought I was going crazy. I suppose that was my brain being short circuited by lack of glucose. And then I was pulling myself up onto the padded bench, and somehow I got the granola bar out of my sweatshirt and opened it and ate it. But I didn't have the dexterity to call 911. It took several tries. Not sure how I ate a granola bar if I couldn't dial the phone. God is looking out for me I guess.
The town cop responded but the gym door was locked, of course. You need a swipe key to get in. I managed to get to the door and he checked me out. EMTs got there a couple minutes after. They checked me over, blood glucose was almost within normal range and BP was 160 over 100, which I guess is not abnormal for something like this. I'll check BP again shortly.
Apparently my legs cramped up, or the muscles contracted and spasmed. My thighs feel like I ran a marathon. (Well, not that I'd know what running a marathon feels like, but still...
) I doubt I'll be doing much in the morning. This kind of thing takes a lot out of me. Just part of life though. It's been since 2012 that my glucose has been low enough that I needed assistance. I'm actually kind of pissed at myself for letting it happen...