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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 month
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Hey there! I’m Artemis, and that's my friend Finley over there! We figured we’d bring around some muffins and drinks around to you guys! Take your pick! Good luck in the competition!
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The ADHD goober forgot to eat
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Also Mikey is 100% an activist for the Lil Kid Coup and absolutely joined their brigade as an honorary member and secret agent. His missions are to infiltrate the teenagers and grownups and dismantle their ranks from the inside! .... as soon as he gets some food.
@tmntaucompetition @addystuffs
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sadsoftserve · 6 months
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Hear me out, Hypoglycemic Percy? (Its a little headcanon, based off her low stamina and epithet a bit.)
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chronic-harmonic · 11 months
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My favorite brand of diabetic tumblr is when someone is posting low blood sugar memes while they’re clearly fighting for their life
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How long before a person passes out from low blood sugar do they have symptoms? Also, how would you go about treating low blood sugar if someone passes out?
Depends.
Low blood sugar (hypoglycemia) that is bad enough for the person to become unconscious is usually caused by insulin or another medication that treats diabetes.
How long it takes is different depending on how much of the drug they took relative to their tolerance and how fast the drug acts. For example, some insulins begin working in 15 minutes and peak in 30-90 minutes. So someone taking an abnormally large amount of that kind of insulin relative to their blood sugar and not eating could have hypoglycemia symptoms that start less than 15mins before they pass out.
Meanwhile someone who takes an large amount of a long-acting insulin with less of a peak (but, say, doesn't eat at regular intervals throughout the day), might have 45 mins to an hour of symptoms before they pass out.
Not everyone with hypoglycemia will pass out, and most people taking these medications know the warning signs early enough that they can prevent unconsciousness by eating or taking quick-acting glucose.
But if they do become unconscious there are a few rescues available.
In a hospital setting (or in an ambulance) if the person has an IV line, something called "D50" is given. This is a sterile syrup of 50% dextrose, which is a kind of sugar that quickly metabolizes into glucose (the kind of sugar in the blood).
If the person does not have an IV line, another drug can be given as an injection into a muscle. This is called glucagon. Glucagon is a hormone that causes the liver and muscles to dump all their stored sugar into the blood stream. This causes the blood sugar to rise enough to get the person conscious again so they can eat.
Because glucagon only works because there is stored sugar in the muscles and liver, it can only be given twice in any single episode of hypoglycemia. So it's important to get an IV even if the person becomes conscious so D50 can be given if the person needs more sugar and can't take it by mouth.
Both of these work within seconds or minutes.
If the person is in a wilderness or remote setting, there is another, somewhat less effective option. If the person is unconscious and cannot eat, putting them on their side and putting sugar (usually something like black decorator's icing because it fits nicely in a first aid kit and no one wants to eat it if they don't have to) in the lower side of their cheek may work.
It's slow because the mucous membranes don't absorb a lot of sugar quickly, but it's better than the alternative, which is pretty much death.
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triple-a-artist · 8 months
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Hi I'm stepping onto this little soap box to just talk about how much I hate the medical industry for a second
I am currently trying to get diagnosed with at this point, anything.
I am almost positive I have POTS. I have tested it over and over and over again and so I took it to my new doctor
My brand new doctor told me I may have fibro after my specialist told me I may have EDS witch would make sense because I think I have POTS
Now I have been tested for Lupus countless times because my grandmother has it. I have been doing bloodwork for years and every time it comes back normal with a marker for a unknown autoimmune issue.
My new doctor tested me for everything and this time it came back with a possible but we don't know, Lupus marker and low blood sugar marker.
My doctor who told me before that she thinks that two things can be true at once then told me that I probably didnt have fibro I didnt have POTS and I didnt have EDS because my liver and kidney tests came back normal and that I maybe possibly have lupus but we don't know.
Then told me all my issues were low blood sugar and sent me on my way with vitamins and to eat healthy.
she also is sending me to the cardiologist where I will bring up the issues again.
I'm so frustrated because some of what she said contradicts what i'm feeling. I don't get jittery and shaky when I eat and I feel tired when I do I get dizzy after dinner and that doesn't line up with hypoglycemia
I feel like im not being listened to I feel like maybe im wrong this whole time and that maybe I dont need my cane or help with anything and that just makes me so upset
Im going to go get tested AGAIN for lupus. I feel like im going in circles I feel stuck I hate it and I just want to know what I actually have for sure.
I just want to be tested for the things I feel are wrong. I just want to be taken seriously and its ridiculous that I cant.
anyway Im sorry for going off yall If anyone else has had this experience and can help I would love to know ty all <3
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radiotrophicfungi · 1 year
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BLINKIE REQUEST #1 . . . HYPOGLYCEMIA!
Requested by this lovely anon!
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cats-and-confusion · 5 months
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SO WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME I HAVE FIBROMYALGIA AND HYPOGLYCEMIA OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO LEARN IN A RANDOM CONVERSATION WITH MY MOM TODAY
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When the hypoglycemia is so bad and you have no more high-sugar food left that you're just chowing down on stale marshmallows.......
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aster-is-confused · 11 months
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google isn't being very helpful so hopefully disability tumblr can give some advice. what are the symptom differences in POTS vs. iron deficiency anemia vs. low blood sugar vs. low blood pressure vs. severe dehydration? i know that's a lot, but if you could just speak to the ones you know more about, i would appreciate it a lot. i'm trying to look into what could be causing my severe lightheadedness/presyncope when standing up, which has been going on for several years. details about my situation and symptoms below the cut
for about 2 and a half years now, i've been dealing with lightheadedness, loss of balance, seeing spots/vision blackout, and several times falling over and very nearly fainting. all of this happens almost exclusively when i stand up from sitting. it's not always super bad, sometimes it's just a bit of lightheadedness or tittinus and then i'm fine. it worsens significantly when i haven't eaten, drank, and/or slept much recently. when it started i figured it was my eating disorder causing low blood sugar (probably true), major lack of sleep contributing to the dizziness (also probably true), and severe dehydration too because at some point I started trying to exacerbate the symptoms as a cry for help (it was a rough year). but since then i've recovered and still have a lot of the same symptoms.
last year i asked my doctor and she just said i'm dehydrated, which i know is true, but it feels like more than just dehydration going on. today i finally decided to look into it further after all morning and afternoon my limbs were tingly while sitting down, my legs were very weak going down stairs, i felt kind of "static-y" all over for a few minutes after standing up (similar to the tingling in my limbs but everywhere), and i would get tittinus (ringing and muffled hearing) for like 60 seconds after standing up. things that probably made today worse than normal are that my eating, drinking, and sleeping habits have been not great recently because of exam season, and i did spend the vast majority of the day sitting (AP exam in the morning, homework in the afternoon).
i haven't yet tried the POTS 10 minute stand test, but i plan to tonight, but i know in the past i've had an oddly high heart rate and heavy breathing during very mild activity like getting up and walking across the house (i've always attributed the breathing to my asthma, but honestly it doesn't make much sense for something as simple as walking), as well as mild tremors and muscle weakness on bad days, and pretty regular brain fog and sometimes fatigue (i've usually just attributed both of those to adhd and depression). i've never had blood pressure issues that i know of, so i think plain old hypotension isn't likely. low blood sugar makes sense when i haven't eaten much, but i still have the symptoms (to a lesser extent) when I'm eating well. iron deficiency doesn't seem unlikely, although i had some bloodwork done for other reasons about 1.5 years ago (well after symptoms started) and i wasn't told that anything was abnormal. i've been pretty chronically dehydrated my whole life (urine charts put me at medium-severe dehydration depending on the day), but honestly i don't want to believe that it's just that. i have a doctor's appointment (yearly checkup) in about a week, and i'd like to be able to narrow it down somewhat and talk to my parents about it more before then so i can discuss it at the appointment.
any advice would be appreciated, and i'll probably edit the post once i've done the 10 minute stand test
UPDATE: 10 minute stand test results were definitely not normal, my resting rate after laying down still for a while was 75, then it hovered at 130-140 for the whole 10 minute standing period. evidence is currently leaning strongly towards POTS so i'll make sure to discuss it with my parents and doctor
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type1bodybetes · 9 months
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As someone who has had diabetes for “only” around three years I really don’t understand how dangerous it can be. I have read people’s stories on how they deal with low bloodsugars and their stories about their trips to hospitals, but I am still yet to find people with type 1, who don’t understand the hassle. I know it’s serious, but I don’t know how serious it should be taken as.
See, most often when my bloodsugar goes low, I sort of like it. It makes me feel really light and blissful. I haven’t really told anyone this as everyone says that low bloodsugars are really dangerous. I have never passed out, and for that I am thankful, but maybe I need that scare for me to take this illness seriously. No one has never needed to keep me conscious or feed me when I’ve had hypos, and everyone turns super serious whenever I tell them what to do if, I pass out, and that is something I don’t understand. 
I hope that someone else can somehow relate to whatever I’m trying to say here. 
Also stay safe and take care of yourselves!
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firemedicdiaz · 10 months
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My new emergency candy stash for treating lows is dope.
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chaos-and-ink · 25 days
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I am so overly proud of myself but I actually caught myself going into hypoglycemia!! Normally it just takes me by surprise but this time I recognized the sweats/chills, dry mouth, drowsiness, trembling, tingling limbs, erratic heart rate, etc!! I feel so proud of myself lmao. I hope maybe some day I'll be able to get a glucometer and maybe it could help me know how severe these lows are. Anyway, oops it's getting worse and now I got a headache and ringing in my ears because I'm typing instead of drinking my juice lmfao.
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lakefoundtheirexit · 8 months
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massharp1971 · 10 months
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gimme the......untitled! trauma! fic!
I'm not sure this one will ever see the light of day because it's really, really angsty as it charts John and Rodney's respective ptsd experiences (imagine if these were real people, how completely traumatised they'd be). So I'm going to share a bit more than a snippet from the beginning, because I kinda like this bit... ---
John never slept heavily, so he was out of bed and opening his door within a beat of the chime.
There was Rodney McKay, looking rumpled and troubled.
But alive, his skipping heart told him. When John had seen Rodney’s prone figure on the floor of the gate room it had ignited an entirely unfamiliar kind of terror. The whole incident had given him layer upon layer of freak-out because number one, the cowardly lion of an astrophysicist was clearly susceptible to acts of ridiculous and life-threatening bravery and that meant it would be that much harder to keep him safe. Number two, it seemed just a little weird that John was more scared today than he had been not two weeks before when he had mercy-killed his commanding officer and been forced to his knees by a life sucking monster. Number three, and probably related somehow, was the weirdest thing of all – he had made a friend, and potentially a good one, and that wasn’t something John did often.
Well, ever.
Something about Rodney’s very existence gave John a feeling of overwhelming… relief, recognition, rightness… it was hard to look at too closely but impossible not to notice. Which meant that John very much did not want Rodney to die horribly.
“Can I…” Rodney waved his hands in the direction of entry, and John stepped aside, letting the man into his quarters.
“Sure, Rodney,” John said. “Something wrong?”
“Would it be… appropriate, for me to talk to you about… you see, I’ve learnt the hard way…” Rodney looked a little pale and sweaty, and John felt a stab of concern.
“Rodney, sit.” He gestured to the bed, and hunkered down beside it, feeling a little too self-conscious to sit next to the scientist. “You can tell me anything you need to,” John said, hoping he hadn’t just invited some kind of wildly inappropriate middle of the night conversation.
“I made a mistake, at the SGC,” Rodney said, his eyes refusing to meet John’s, his hands in constant motion that almost hid the underlying tremor. “I should have got support. Not everyone is… later, I spoke to a therapist and, well he pointed out to me that it wasn’t really that unreasonable of me to be terrified. So, I will speak to Heightmeyer of course, but I think it would be good if I spoke to you too and reminded you…”
Rodney hadn’t been looking at John, but suddenly his fearful eyes lifted. Their startling blue was intensified by the slight moisture there, and John had the ridiculous urge to surge forward and put his arms around Rodney’s broad shoulders.
“Reminded me of what?” John said gently, resting his hand reassuringly on Rodney’s kneecap in lieu of an embrace he didn’t dare risk.
“That I’m not a soldier… I haven’t been trained to deal with life or death.” He looked panicked and uncertain.
“Rodney, breathe,” John told the scientist. “Slow down. I don’t know what you’re trying to say here, but nobody expects you to be a soldier.”
“Look, most boys at least learn the basics, right? But I was never taught to fight – there wasn’t any point, because I moved up the grades so fast and the boys were so much bigger than me and they could do what they wanted,” Rodney suppressed a shudder that matched anything a wraith queen could cause, and John wondered what it had been like for young Rodney. He felt suddenly protective. “Fighting back would have just got me hurt more. My life lesson was to run and to hide and to avoid and to listen to my fear.”
John winced in sympathy. He’d been a weedy kid until he hit late teens and soft enough that his queerness was assumed and attacked.
“And now here I am being taught to use a gun and I’m expected to be brave and I’m not. Not everyone is cut out to be a hero.” Rodney lifted his chin in that tell he had. John already knew him well enough to know it meant he was unsure of himself. “I don’t think I can choose to be something I’m not and I’m going to let you down if you expect me to be… like SG1 expected, took it for granted that I wouldn’t be afraid of accidentally blowing up the whole fucking mountain to save their teammate.”
“Whoa, wait, McKay… you are brave,” John couldn’t bear to hear him talking this way after what he’d done only hours before. “You were so brave today, when you walked into that thing...”
“No, I wasn’t. I was terrified, and I ran every calculation possible in my head and it was the only answer that would save all our collective asses. I was smart. There’s a difference.”
“No, I’m not buying that,” John said firmly. “I know what it’s like to be so scared that it takes a while to get your body to move in the direction you know it has to go. Knowing the right thing and doing it are not the same.”
“Major, with respect… nearly everyone around here but me and you is SGC stock. They’ve been given unreasonable expectations by the culture there. The civilian member of SG1 not only had a death wish from the moment his wife was taken, but also, he’s died more than once and recovered from it. People’s perceptions here are skewed and… Major, none of my scientists are replaceable,” Rodney was talking nineteen to the dozen, but John just held on and tried to keep up. “I can’t just recruit new people if something happens… I’m scared. Not just for me, for all the people I’m responsible for. We’re civilians. We’re here to do science. But I think the SGC folk expect us… what I did today. Assume that’s part of the job. That we would have any idea how to be heroes… as if we knew we’d be coming somewhere with monsters and…”
McKay was babbling and John realised the man was very pale. The sheen of sweat was more pronounced, and his hands were trembling more obviously.
“Hey, you don’t look so good, Rodney,” John said, worried about his friend. “I think this might be delayed shock. Let’s get your feet elevated…”
He pushed Rodney back onto the bed and put his pack under Rodney’s feet. Rodney’s eyes were suddenly lost and vague.
“I’m going to call Carson,” John said.
He already knew McKay was reputed to be a hypochondriac, so he was surprised when the man shook his head.
“No, don’ s’not… shug. Gimme sugar,” Rodney slurred.
John kept dextrose tablets in his emergency kit, so he pulled two out and gave them to Rodney. He remembered Rodney saying he had hypoglycaemia, but in all honesty, he hadn’t expected it to look like this. He’d kind of expected it to look like an excuse to eat chocolate.
Rodney closed his eyes. John was still debating whether to get Carson when the trembling began to lessen.
“Fuck,” was what came out of McKay’s mouth eventually. Rodney didn’t often swear, and it was somehow reassuring. “Sorry. I, er… may have been a little vomity before I came over… should’ve known it would mess with my blood sugar.”
“Rodney, like you said, you’re a civilian finding himself in an unimaginable situation. Nobody expects you to just take it all in your stride.” John fished out a power bar from his bedside table and handed it to him as he said this.
Rodney huffed, something like a laugh but without any humour attached. But he accepted the bar with a look of gratitude.
“Are you sure about that, Major?” he asked around the first mouthful.
John knew what Rodney meant about the SGC folk – they were damn weird in the way they saw things, like they’d just stepped out of some adventure book where wild things happen, but the day is always saved.
John was already facing the fact that this was no storybook, and they were going to lose people – important people. Like the goddamn man who actually knew how to command a bunch of Marines. And the truth was, he was crapping himself over the situation they found themselves in, and still coming to terms with the fact that he made things a million times worse by trying to stage a rescue and waking the wraith.
John tried not to think of those first few days too much, because he was liable to crawl out of his own skin when he did.
“I’ll protect you. All of you,” he said, because he thought that was what was expected, but much as he desperately wanted it to be true, he knew this wasn’t a storybook. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of something happening to Rodney.
“Dumbass,” Rodney said in between still slightly panicky breaths. “Go read the SGC reports and then come back and tell me who usually saves who. Spoilers: It’s science. It’s always science… still, I appreciate the thought. I believe you want that to be true.”
“Well, all I can say is I’ll do what it takes to have your back, then,” John said.
That response seemed to satisfy McKay. John also noticed his colour was returning, and he was less clammy.
“Can I just rest here a while?” Rodney said, his voice small and vulnerable. “It’s all been rather a lot.”
“Sure,” John said.
He looked down at Rodney’s slowly settling form and wanted to be tender, wanted to brush a hand down his cheek or stroke his brow, but real men didn’t do that – military men definitely didn’t do that. John tried to at least pass for what he was supposed to be. Not just a real man (whatever the hell one of those was) but the man.
Instead, he retrieved his pack and rolled out the bedroll next to his bed.
The first time he’d met Rodney McKay, the man had been larger-than-life, bundled up in an orange fleece that clashed with his startling blue eyes, so excited by John’s gene that he’d launched straight into the middle of their relationship before bothering with a beginning and it had been like that ever since.
They clicked. The man could be an ass, sure but John knew he was goodhearted, and soft in ways that John appreciated in this harsh reality. He realised his growing fondness for Rodney didn’t map onto what he was used to. For a start, Rodney didn’t seem to want to fuck John and that was the only kind of closeness with men that John was familiar with.
“Oh…I can’t let you sleep on the floor in your own room,” Rodney said. “I’ll go…”
“No, you won’t,” John said, making a split-second decision. “Shove over.”
He got into a position with Rodney that was just short of being big spoon, finding himself longing to press close and surprised to find McKay pressing back against him. He tensed, unsure what to do, even though he could tell Rodney wasn’t coming onto him.
“Don’t worry, your virtue is safe, Major,” Rodney muttered.
“Not sure I have any of that,” John retorted. If only McKay knew. “But for the record, so is yours.”
He let his body relax against Rodney’s, finding himself both mystified and enticed by the closeness. He momentarily let go of all the tension he was carrying and drifted into sleep.
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autisticspirit · 7 months
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Me and my constant low blood sugar be vibing. And by vibing, I mean vibrating. I am trembling rn. Fuck you hypoglycemia, I hope you perish.
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death-munchkin · 1 year
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What Hypoglycemia looks/feels like, from someone who has it (for writers/artists who wish to include the topic of Hypo in their SGA (or other) art/stories)
Summery:
I'm making this post as a resource for fellow writers in the SGA fandom (and others in general) because I've come across one too many fanfics which explore Rodney's hypoglycemia but do so in a... let's just say less than realistic fashion. Now I have nothing against these stories, they're still fun! and cool!, and it's not the writer's fault most of the time that info on what Hypo is like can be quite misleading online, but I wanted to make this quick resource for anyone in the SGA fandom, writers/artists in general or just curious people who want an overview of what hypo looks like (to an outsider), feels like (to the person suffering it) and what the signs/symptoms are + how to treat it!
First off, let's dispel some myths!
"Only people with diabetes/pre-diabetes get hypoglycemic" False. Hypoglycemia can occur in anyone and there are various causes. Let's get rid of the fancy words for a second and remember that hypoglycemia just means low blood sugar. If anyone avoids eating sugars & carbs long enough, their blood sugar will drop dangerously low and they will become hypoglycemic. However, people who *have* hypoglycemia typically mean they have a condition which causes their blood sugar to drop dangerously low more often than most or despite a healthy diet. People with diabetes are at risk of hypoglycemic attacks if they take too much insulin for example, but diabetes is not a requirement for the condition and many (like myself, and presumably McKay) are not diabetic.
"You have to go without food for a long time to get a hypoglycemic attack" False. When considering non-diabetic hypoglycemia (which is what I'll mainly be covering because it's what I have) there are 2 variations of conditions which cause hypoglycemic attacks. The first, and the one from which the above presumption is created, is called "fasting hypoglycemia". In this condition, your body constantly produces slightly too much insulin which will gradually drop your blood sugar levels (but faster than what is considered "normal" for a non hypoglycemic person). People with this version of the condition will typically start experiencing symptoms 8-12 hours since they last consumed sugar/carbs, and the symptoms will show & progress more slowly compared to the second condition variation (you might feel light headed, then an hour later a bit sick, then another hour later more sick etc etc). The second variation is called "reactive hypoglycemia", in which your body normally produces the correct amount of insulin (thus fasting is not a major risk as with the 1st variation), but your body does produce substantially too much insulin specifically in response to a large influx of sugar in your system. People with this version will experience symptoms only 2-4 hours after an influx of sugar/carbs (sugars tend to trigger attacks faster, carbs tend to trigger slower), and due to the sudden nature of the insulin spike, symptoms can appear and worsen rapidly (it can take as little as 5 minutes to go from "I'm a bit dizzy" to "get me a bucket or I'll spew on you"). NOTE: of course, each person's condition will differ and how they present/progress will differ too.
"Hypoglycemia isn't a serious condition" Ok I have to include this because it's just plain wrong. Hypoglycemia is often not severe if caught early, and the fact that the cure is literally just consuming sugar (eg. drink some juice) it can come across as no big deal or even silly, but make no mistake, hypoglycemia can and does kill. Without sugar your brain will eventually shut down and you will die. Don't make fun of me, just give me my juice, thanks.
OK, now that that's out of the way, on to the meat of this post!
What does Hypoglycemia look like to onlookers, and what does it feel like to experience it?
Depending on the type of hypoglycemia someone has, the presentation of their symptoms will vary. They can either have a slow or rapid onset, and remember that not everyone will show the exact same symptoms. The nature and severity of the symptoms will also depend on the stage of the hypoglycemic attack. While this isn't official, I personally categorize my hypoglycemic attack into 3-4 stages, and they appear as follows below. Each stage can last either mere minutes (5/10/20 minutes) or hours depending on the nature (fasting/reactive) and progression (rapid/slow) of the attack. Note, I'm getting my "onlooker" data from my amazing partner, who has to deal with my sorry ass, and my experience data is of course mostly from my experience, though I try to include other possible/common experiences too, but keep that in mind your experience may differ <3
Stage 1: Mild
This is the first stage of a hypoglycemic attack and will have the least severe symptoms. For many the symptoms might be so subtle that they go unnoticed, possibly up until the next stage of the condition, especially if your condition advances rapidly. A person in stage 1 will 100% still be able to eat/drink foods/drinks with sugars in them by themselves and will not need a glucose drip yet, just give them some juice. The symptoms: In this stage you typically start with the emotive/mental symptoms, described as "feelings of unease" etc. You might also experience mild physical symptoms such as feeling peckish or being a bit jittery, but not much so. How it feels: You might feel jumpy, anxious, annoyed, irritable, and have a general sense of being on edge. For some this expresses as anger, for others fear, and it's not always the same each time. You might feel a little bit hungry and your mind might be a bit more scattered than normal, but generally you'll feel fine if a bit uncomfortable. How it looks: Due to the mild nature of the symptoms in stage 1, it's very possible that onlookers will totally miss any sign/symptom in this stage. Your best bet is noticing that the person is more irritable or jumpy than normal, but otherwise it's likely to go overlooked until stage 2 hits.
Stage 2: Moderate
This is the 2nd stage of a hypoglycemic attack and is typically the stage where both the person suffering from the attack and onlookers are most likely to first notice the symptoms and piece together that a hypo attack is occurring. The symptoms in this stage is slightly more severe and physical symptoms start to present more prominently (allowing onlookers to notice what is happening). A person in stage 2 will likely still be able to eat/drink foods/drinks with sugars in them by themselves and will not need a glucose drip yet, just give them some juice. The symptoms: At this stage physical symptoms become more prominent. Most sufferers will have constant tremors in their limbs, making it difficult to do fine work as their hands will become clumsy and shaky. Their breathing might also be shaky/uneasy as a result. Rapid heart rate and what is known as "hot flashes" (sudden spike in body temperature, causing the face to become warm, flushed, and the skin to become clammy) will likely occur. This stage also typically features feelings of fatigue, moderate to severe nausea, disorientation/confusion and weakness. How it feels: Absolutely fucking terrible. Stage 2 is the worst feeling of the 4 as you are typically still lucid enough to know how shit you feel while feeling worse than in stage 1. You will feel hot, feverish, and the feeling of hunger will typically be replaced by being sick to your stomach. You will likely throw up. Your brain will start to go foggy and it will be hard to concentrate/work. You will feel tired, but too uncomfortable to fall asleep. You will likely feel uncomfortably hot and sweaty. Your hands will be shaking too badly for you to do much (drinking water becomes hard because liquid gets shaken out of glass) and your arms/legs will start to feel heavy. If you're not sitting already, you will want to sit down soon because legs no work. How it looks: The person might be flushed with a sheen of sweat on their forehead, clammy shaky hands, wobbly legs. They might also turn pale. They will look tired. They likely won't be able to hold a conversation, coming across as confused and disorientated. They will likely throw up. Imagine someone with a bad flu but they're also drunk, and that's pretty much what it will look like.
Stage 3: Severe
The third stage of Hypo, at this point the symptoms may become alarming and the person may not be able to consume foods/drinks themselves anymore and thus may need a glucose drip.
The symptoms: At this stage the person will likely become fully disorientated and incapacitated. They may be unable to walk/stand themselves and thus might need help moving around. If they haven't thrown up yet they probably will. They will likely be unable to focus. Their vision may become blurred or they may pass out. Slurred speech, loss of consciousness and severe confusion is likely. Mobility will be greatly limited. How it feels: Surprisingly not nearly as bad as stage 2, considering you're out of it for most of the time. You might feel sleepy, uncomfortable, vaguely aware that you feel sick, but at this stage you will likely be so out of it that you'll be drifting in and out of consciousness for the most part. Things might feel vaguely off and you will have gaps in your awareness. You probably won't want to move much if at all and just sit/lay wherever you are and hope to pass out (because being passed out feels better than being cold and hot and clammy and shaky and btw you're tired and hungry and sleep sounds good right now) How it looks: Fucking terrifying. The person will at this stage lose a lot of awareness and very likely start passing out/drifting off. They will likely stop responding, their speech will almost definitely be slurred and/or incoherent. They might still throw up/move but not with much will of their own. If you haven't gotten them medical attention yet at this point, do so, because they probably won't be able to drink juice themselves to get better.
Stage 4: Worst case scenario
This stage I have not experienced myself (thank the gods) and is reserved for some of the severe complications which can/will occur if someone isn't treated during stage 3. Namely: Seizure, coma, death. The person will NOT be able to consume sugar themselves at this point and will need medical intervention (if applicable), though ideally you want to get treated BEFORE then. There isn't really much to say on this stage because it's pretty much as labeled. Get them treatment or they will pass out and eventually (if still untreated) die.
So for all y'all wump writers out there, make sure to get McKay to Carson/Keller before then ;)
But anyway, I hope this can give some useful insight to people on what Hypo actually looks/feels like, and hopefully well have less stories where the symptoms and progression are all jumbled out of order and/or myths about how/when/why hypo presents will be reduced.
Take care and remember to carry an emergency juice box ;)
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