Personal favorite story bout this. A gorgeous female counselor in her early 20s at Diabetic summer camp c. 79 told the story:
Lived on her own and had a vicious low, middle of the night. Woke up, knew she was in trouble and stumbled into her kitchen to find anything. Frdge was empty, no soda, no juice, nothing at all. Made herself coffee, and lots of sugar. Went back to bed, problem solved.
She woke up, knew she'd been waaaaay low and had a weird quessy feeling. Went into her kitchen, On the counter was the empty coffee pot, Shed taken it out of the cabinet and put it on the other side of the kitchen, but never apparently used it????. Looking around were coffee filters like the queen's rose pedals, from cabinet to cabinet, and across the floor.
Coffee grounds EVERYWHERE thrown like rice at the wedding. (A big, big wedding. )
In the grooves of the counter top doors, the counter, the sink, all over the floor, everywhere.
And there still sitting on the counter was her favorite coffee mug filled with the cure from the night before.
Coffee with sugar still half full.... like she remembered,,,, sorta.
DRY!!!!! She had never used water the night before .... with no water involved it's crunchy stuff.... and she'd had quite a bit.