A low. One that sneaks up on you. When you're not expecting it. It scares you because you were fine. And then you're not. In a strange place. You're just trying to get things done. I was trying to get some pictures printed to send to my family. Derailed. Digging through the bag. Meter, Checker, Strip. Check.
50. Fruit snack.
And then the feeling that if something was to happen I was in the middle of DC on a cold, rainy night. And there was no one around who could help me if I needed it. I try and be courageous and normally believe that being prepared is the key to this disease.
But being prepared today didn't make me feel less alone.
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Stories like that scare the crapola out of me for my little Emma.
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