I have some severe Low blood sugars at times, usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Where I thrash, struggle and have on occasion had some pretty wild experiences - as in the dog's trying to eat my head, the wife's an alien forcing poison apple juice down my throat, and family members are old-school Communists trying to convert me from my American ways by force. Here's my recount of some of those situations, but more specifically a look at how my own Type 1 mom's experiences differ. I'd like to hear your thoughts on this, so please drop a comment over at my latest post on The Diabetic's Corner Booth.

Whatever our experiences might be like, hopefully they are few and far between.