Up and down and all around.

“I don’t really want to be here.”

I should have known better. It wasn’t absolutely essential that we go grocery shopping. Especially not after the night he had, with blood sugars up and down and all around due to the nasty cold he was fighting. Especially not when the unstable blood sugars mean increased anxiety about the lows, considering the hypoglycemic episode in the grocery store three years ago. I had even chastised him about wearing his sunglasses inside the store, knowing that when the anxiety is at its worst, he doesn’t like the bright lights.

“I don’t want to be here either. You know I’m starting to feel crappy, too. Let’s just get the meat and veggies and get out of here.”

Reluctantly, he agreed and we hurried through the rest of the store.

Upon returning home, three minutes away, he explained what had really bothered him.

“My OCD didn’t kick in and I left my fanny pack here with all the supplies.”

Stumbling for words, I tried to reassure him it was the “Real People Sick” that made him forget.

I don’t think it worked.