Why Hypoglycemics Should Always Have Snacks

“The bee attacked me.”

But before he did, I rolled down my windows in a frantic attempt to shoo him outside. It was September. Why on earth were bees still attacking in September? They were supposed to be dying for God’s Sake, not invading my car full of healthy lunch snacks of carrots and goldfish crackers, mom juice of every color and dinners to cook by necessity rather than a pure love to stand in front of the stove chopping stuff—hello you beautiful bag of frozen nuggets!

But before I shooed him, I devoured half an egg salad sandwich. It was one of those sandwiches that come wrapped in plastic and have the little sticker on them that says, Made fresh in store daily! Doubt it. Those sandwiches probably came on the truck with everything else, right next to the big ass tubs of Amish macaroni salad. 

The sandwich was tasty though. Only because I have hypoglycemia and that pretty much means if I forget to eat I turn into a beast willing to gnaw at my own arm if I don’t eat food like immediately

But before devouring my sandwich, I buckled in my daughter. The little one of course, because my oldest can buckle herself. Plus I left the big one at home because when she comes shopping, she literally asks for ALL THE THINGS. 

And even before that, I forgot to bring a snack with me. This is key. Because while shopping, right around the junk food aisle, my legs started trembling. Beads of sweat formed along my hairline. Nausea swirled in my gut. I envisioned tearing open a bag of Doritos and ravaging them like a rabid dog.

I shook my head to erase the fantasy, then grabbed my little egg sammie on the way to the register.

So after I loaded the car with groceries and one small child, I climbed into the car, turned the car on, put the car in drive and put my foot on the break because that’s what hypoglycemics do when their blood sugar drops too low–stupid shit–then I unwrapped my Made fresh in store daily! egg salad sandwich and shoveled it into my mouth.

Just as I wiped the last bit of mashed egg from my chin, I noticed a bee swarming around the passenger side. I rolled my windows down and flapped my arms to shoo him out, but the little jerk refused. Maybe he was mad that I didn’t share my sandwich. He got closer and closer to me, zipping back and forth, up and down, until he stopped to hover in front of my left eyeball.

At that point, I opened my car door screaming, “BEEEEEEE!”

I left my daughter buckled, because my flight response kicked in. I was all like every woman for herself! 

And after I jumped from the car, I noticed the strangest thing. My car was rolling very slowly toward a row of parked cars in front of me. A Beamer, a Mercedes, and a Landrover. There was also an old Honda Civic, but that was the least of my concerns. 

At first, I thought something must’ve happened to my car. Why else would it be rolling away from me with my child, my nuggets, my wine, and a jerk of a bee still in it? That’s precisely when I remembered putting the car in drive.

So, like Matt Damon in Jason Bourne or maybe Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, I dove back in and shoved the car’s shifter into park. 

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” I turned to look over my shoulder, ass and legs still dangling from the car, to find a man in overalls with a pipe hanging from his lips. His eyebrows were sewn up in concern.

I stood and straightened my shoulders, glancing back into my car. All traces of the stinging asshole had disappeared. For the shortest moment, I wondered if I’d imagined the whole thing, if maybe my spiraling blood sugar had reached new lows causing me to hallucinate the little bastard. No matter. It was still the best excuse I had. 

I adjusted my messy bun. “The bee attacked me.”

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14 thoughts on “Why Hypoglycemics Should Always Have Snacks

  1. Jennifer Allen Mierisch March 12, 2020 — 3:15 am

    Hilarious. “Mom juice” and “the stinging asshole” cracked me up.

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    1. Not one of my proudest moments, but I’m glad you liked it!

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  2. Oh, that’s me–fear of bees, low blood sugar, hungry me turning into Godzilla!!
    I would do it first thing if I spotted a bee, a cockroach, or a lizard anywhere near me. Thankfully, though, I don’t drive, else hubby would have flung my driving license into a river long back and asked me to travel by public transport if I was so worried about a bee that I forsake the car 😛 But we are scared of bees, so of course, we would forsake the car, isn’t it? 😛

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    1. I think if I’d only remembered to eat something sooner, I would have responded to the bee in a much calmer manner. But I didn’t, and so I didn’t. LOL.

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  3. Stupid bee! I love them and their importance to our world, but this little guy sounded like he was out for blood.

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    1. Bees are so important! Just not when they’re hovering in front of my eyeball! Thanks for reading, Mel!

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  4. This is a hilariously relatable story, and very well told! I enjoyed the structure of telling part of the story backward; I think it worked really well.

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  5. Hahahaha! From your beginning descriptions to that closing moments with the guy in overalls, you had me laughing. The ending was priceless. Glad to have you back on the grid!

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    1. Shucks, Margaret. You have me blushing!

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  6. This is fantastic! I love the humor, love the way you tell the narrative. I almost feel sorry for the bee, just doing bee stuff. Great reading pace. Well done!

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    1. Thank you for reading, and I appreciate the comment!

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  7. Oh no! Damned bee and its desire to steal your car (and kid and groceries)! Nice job putting the reader in the moment with you.

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