He didn't wait for the sensor to beep. He reached into his bag for the "Emergency Kit"—a small juice box and a pack of glucose tabs. To his colleagues, it looked like a snack break; to Elias, it was a lifeline. He felt the sugar hit his tongue, a sticky sweetness that felt like light returning to a dark room. An hour later, the pendulum swung.
It started with a subtle tremor in his fingertips while he was mid-sentence in a meeting. He felt the familiar, cold seep of adrenaline—the "low." His blood glucose was dropping, a runaway train heading for a crash. The world began to tilt, the edges of his vision softening like a damp watercolor painting. blood glucose
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