The Time Invisible Wasn’t Good

Once I was at the gym and I felt my blood sugar getting low. I left Zumba and went to the locker room. Well, my blood sugar was apparently lower than I thought because I couldn’t remember the combination. My brain was going into that haze of incoherence when someone finally saw me.

“Are you okay,” she asked.

“No,” I replied

“Is your blood sugar low?” she said in a low tone close to my ear.

I nodded in confirmation.

She put her hand on my back and said, “Just sit down, I will go get you some juice and I’ll be right back.”

My anxiety began to reside and I felt my heart pounding a little lighter.

I sat down.

She gave me the juice and she sat next to me while the staff person she got to follow her opened my locker.

In the same whispered tone, she said, “I am a nurse and I recognize low blood sugar. I wasn’t sure if that was it but after you kept fighting with the lock to no avail, I thought I would ask if you needed help.”

I gulped the juice down as quickly as possible and when I could get a moment I said, “Thank you. I honestly didn’t know what I would have done had you not come over.”

I felt as if she had a super power to see what is otherwise invisible and I am so glad.
She didn’t alarm the entire locker room which allowed me to keep my diabetes private, and I am thankful for that too.

Sometimes invisibility can be harmful.

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