Hypoglycemia arrives as a cliff drop. I'm moving along so well then suddenly the ground has disappeared and I'm falling. Then I need sugar. It's the only thing that gets me back up to the meadow safe and sound.
Hypoglycemia is serious. Everywhere I go I keep an energy bar in my pocket just in case.
Hypoglycemia is my hangry. It's when I need a little something sweet, then a proper meal. It's when I feel the needle on my fuel gauge tick onto empty and my motor start to splutter.
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