Lather, Rinse...Hypo?!

I don't know how long I was staring at the shampoo bottle for before my brain caught up and realised that staring at something like a shampoo bottle for that long wasn't normal! 

"Vicki...come back down to planet earth!" Cue that voice again. 

I blinked slowly and remembered where I was. I also pondered what was so damn interesting about the shampoo bottle that caught my attention for so long! 

"Vicki! Shampoo bottle: not important right now!"

I touched my hair and realised I still hadn't washed the shampoo out. At that point, I felt my hands begin to shake and I realised that washing the shampoo out wasn't an option; the hypo needed to be dealt with first. I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. Towel wrapped around me, I slowly stepped out of the shower not wanting to slip on the floor and navigated my way back to my bedroom. 

Courtesy of the kid brother, I have a 1.16kg bag of skittles stashed away that he bought me for my birthday. I grabbed them from the top of my wardrobe and started chewing. I found my meter, fumbled with the test strips a little, but managed to do a test: 2.9mmol/l. 

You'd have thought I'd have been panicking a little bit. Maybe eating more than I needed to just to get my blood sugar up quickly. Well, you'd be wrong. I was thinking "it'd be so embarrassing if someone found me like this [towel wrapped round me, shampoo not washed out of hair, sat on my bedroom floor with a giant bag of skittles in front of me]" I mean, it would have been very embarrassing, but not really what was important at the time! 

I ate about 15 skittles (that's usually the number I need to eat to come out of a hypo) and waited another 5 minutes before checking my blood again to make sure I was in the clear.

I was. I could finally wash the shampoo out of my hair.