Last night I had a bad low blood sugar event. Totally my fault, I thought I had more wiggle room after taking the mealtime insulin to get a quick trip out for Basti.

Unfortunately, I wasn't running on all cylinders when I got back in and my dinner was done, and I dropped the pasta bowl and it shattered. One of the things with me for hypoglycemia is that if everything around me is fine, I can just remember to keep my mouth shut until I get back up to range. If not, then I get angry and loud.

Augs knows (because I'll tell him that I'm running low) and I try not to yell at him because that's not fun or fair. But last night I exploded about the plate. Augs came in to help but he was just in socks so I angrily told him to stay out because I didn't want him to cut his feet while I got it cleaned up.

What we learned is that I can accidentally step on Basti's paws. I can accidentally whack him in the mouth (his head is at my relaxed hand height). Absolutely no sense of betrayal when that happens. If I'm LOUD and ANGRY, he's staying out of the way and feels that it was because of him.

I feel so bad. I wasn't mad at him. I wasn't mad at anyone. I was just hypo and overwhelmed and in need of food and I really hate it when I have to eat sugar before I have dinner.

So, we've learned something and we know that next time I have a bad low, Augs needs to take Basti away so he doesn't have to hear angry Ryn.