It was one of the few weekends we went down to visit BC the year he worked and lived in Moab. I think we had a half a day with him, one dinner, and one night. Then at 5 AM his alarm went off and he creep out of the dingy little hotel room to return to work. Leaving Beach and I behind.
Work had been a slowly building avalanche all night. Ending with a crush of parents needing help. They came crashing in right at 8 PM when we are supposed to close the desk down for the night. They came crashing down right as I did....
And the thing about avalanches and dropping blood sugar is when they hit you get too turned around to know what to do. Too confused to explain. Too drunk-like to ask for help.
In fact when my blood sugar crashes like that I tend to go into injured dog mood. I look for a way to hide. Go far out of my way to avoid help. It's not logical but it's how it goes down.