Goldfish Die By

Hypoglycemia is like:

Being a fish out of water. I stare, with glazed eyes at my surroundings. Not being compulsed to move, because there's no energy there. Like the dying fish on land, that can no longer generate ATP, I am immobilized. But it dies because it lacks Oxygen to finish off its electron transport chain. I die because I lack the glucose needed at the beginning of respiration (via mitochondria with their cristae crowns, folding and folded).

I can't move. And eventually, I don't want to. Exhaustion would finish me off, the lack of compulsion because of the lack of energy to grab a soda would be the sin I die by.