After reading a couple other posts recently about combative adult lows, I found myself thinking a lot about my personal experience with a D dad and brother. I know a lot of you also have stories. Maybe it's my dark side peeking out but I'd like to share a couple of mine. When my brother was in his late teens/early 20s he went through a period when lows would come on really fast and he wouldn't always be able to treat quickly enough. One low hit him while waiting for a bus on a fairly busy street. He knew he needed help but got confused and wasn't able to verbalize it. He couldn't stand or walk. He watched helplessly as people walked by him, apparently thinking he was drunk. My dad went low one day when my brothers and I were all in elemetary school. He refused to drink the juice my mom offered, insisting he wasnt' low. He became EXTREMELY angry, yelling and swearing at my mom. He ended up getting in his car and driving away. My mom had to leave us at home alone to follow him. Even knowing exactly what was happening and why, it was scary for a kid. These are the things that popped into my head when I saw the HI reading on the meter the day I tested my 2 year old. Every now and then they sneak back in. Today is one of those days.