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Fear purges through me
as my blood sugar drops
and I don't know
how low it'll go.
All rational thinking and behavior
is gone as I grow
pale, shaky, light headed, scared, etc.
I prick my finger
with a tool
praying for blood and lots of it
to drip on to a strip,
which is inserted in my machine
for testing blood, my blood.
I shake, cry, grow paler, lose body temperature,
and all sorts of abnormal things...
in my hypoglycemic episode.