Thirty five

35
Yep, 35.
That's the low my gal just encountered, while getting out of our pool.
Cruised into dinner at a beautiful 107. Ate like a champ. Even dosed for a treat of 2 cookies after dinner.
45 minutes later, in the pool after dinner, she says she is shaky and her tummy hurts.

Crank that meter up, expecting a 50, a 60.
35
Thirty five.
Crying, looking confused, weepy, semi-incoherent 35.

One juice box and two glucose tabs and 15 minutes later
91.

"Mommy, is that the 35 making me forget my words? I forgot I was trying to say 'pool'."

35 - you can go suck it.