I am a fairly small person and relatively quiet--Unless my low bG alter ego comes out-then I can be loud and feisty. More poor dear husband (Ray) puts up with an awful lot with me and this disease. Here's my story:
One night we were watching TV a couple of hours after dinner. We just happened to be watching Law & Order where a husband killed his wife. Well, as is the case sometimes when I am just sitting and watching TV (not moving around) my bG was getting very low without my realizing it. In my confused head I got reality and TV mixed up and thought Ray had this plot to kill me. He went into the kitchen to get something and I shot up off the couch and started yelling about how I knew what his plan was and I knew what he was going to do. Of course he was trying to tell me to get a juice, but he was also trying to figure out what I am talking about. He picked up the phone to call 911 while I ran out in the back yard and started screaming at the top of my lungs "Help me, help me somebody help me!" Thankfully, by then I was so confused he was able to get me some juice and get me quieted down. Of course I did not remember any of it, he had to tell me the whole story. He wasn't at all angry thank goodness, but the rule in my house now is: NO LAW & ORDER!!!