5 Minutes

It's been five minutes since I treated a low blood sugar and they feel like the longest 5 minutes in the history of the world.

5 minutes where I've waited for the tingling all over my body to start to subside and the color to return to my face.
5 minutes or more where I sit here at my desk and look around hoping that no one has noticed that I just downed 7 glucose tabs in two minutes flat and feel slightly out of breath.
The past 5 minutes have take everything I have to keep patient and calm & not show the world how mad I am at diabetes - And myself right now.
5 minutes usually goes by like that (imagine me snapping my fingers and looking all types of fierce,) but these 5 minutes following a 57 blood sugar go by in 1 second drips that seem like years and leave me feeling like Atlas.
5 little and excruciating minutes have left me not only fighting to get my blood sugar back to normal, but have left me wondering how the hell this low happened in the first place.  And these 5 minutes have left me fighting to keep control of the situation and not appear weak to others who might see it as a character flaw - Or just don't understand.

And I breathe deep, smooth the hair on top of my head into place (more out of comfort than necessity,) and then run them across the file I'd been working on before I began the freefall off my Blood Sugar Cliff.
10 minutes since and I feel better, but still slightly shaken, not stirred.
The number on my meter has climbed to 83 - And that's about how old I feel right now.
I open the file on my desk and go back to work - Because I can and I must, ..... so I do.

And because having diabetes has made me strong - Even in the moments when diabetes makes me feel the most weak~