"I've always described going low as being ripped apart, atom by atom, by an original series Star Trek transporter. That description still fits, especially for the onset of a hypoglycemic incident, but lately being in the middle of one has felt more like being underwater, as if I'm submerged somehow, in a tank maybe, trying to communicate with an outside world that's still high and dry. There's a strange weightlessness, but it's also difficult to move around in a normal way; my limbs feel slow and weak as if they're encountering great resistance and my thoughts feel disconnected to the environment around me. When I try to communicate, my words are muffled and inarticulate. And of course, the less able I am to speak clearly, the more questions the people around me start asking. It amazes me how to this day the people I love, should I happen to be in their presence when I drop, will still anxiously ask what I need. Same thing as the last 3,000 times, thanks!" Devin Grayson, award-winning Fiction Writer pictured with her late D.A.D. (diabetes alert dog) Cody. Learn more about @early_alert_canines
, the organization where Devin volunteers. Early Alert Canines' work aims to improve the health, safety, and well-being of insulin-dependent diabetics through partnerships with certified low blood sugar alert dogs.