"I feel low." These three little words stop me in my tracks no matter what I'm doing. It is my drop everything and go into automatic pilot phrase.
Find the blood sugar meter, make sure her fingers are clean, check, treat with fast acting sugar, and repeat. Every 15 minutes until we're happy with the resulting number. But, above all else, don't look scared. Even if the number is alarmingly low, don't look scared. Because if I look scared so will she. So I smile and check and recheck while my heart is doing a little rat-a-tat-tat beat. And then everything is fine. For now.
This is why our home looks like a mix between a pharmacy and a candy store. The insulin brings it down, the sugar brings it up. And so on, and so on, and so on.... The trick is to find the balance between the two. Challenge accepted!!! 
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