In this post: Hypoglycemia, special deliveries, a Putz of the Week, a movie review.
I woke up from a nice, long nap around 4:30 this afternoon and for no valid reason whatsoever discovered that my blood sugar had plummeted to 50. FIFTY! Why the hell would this happen, when I injected a calculated dose of insulin at lunch time? Am I being plagued by demons? Haunted by the ghosts of carbohydrates past?
There’s no way my blood sugar should have dropped so low, and this illustrates the overall shittiness and frustrating unpredictability of diabetes. You expect a certain outcome based on previous experience and your disease blows it all to hell. I knew something was wrong as soon as I stood up and walked down the hall with no pain in my knees. The only time I’m ever pain-free is when my brain shuts down from hypoglycemia. When I finally maneuvered into the study — maybe 10 seconds later — I was bumping into walls and struggling not to land on my ass.
The moral of the story? CARRY EMERGENCY CHOCOLATE. Thank you.
I’m expecting a gigantic hoo-hah here tomorrow with millions of thrilling deliveries from Amazon, Wal-Mart, FragranceShop.com and Archie McPhee. Included in these shipments are such delights as new throw pillows for the master bedroom, Thanksgiving-flavored gumballs, fancy perfume knockoffs, shampoo, Tylenol and two kinds of Band-Aids. I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.
I want to watch a movie now. This time it’s Storm in a Teacup (1937) starring Rex Harrison and Vivien Leigh, sort of a British screwball comedy. The plot involves a gutsy small-town reporter in Scotland (Harrison) who uncovers political corruption ... and then falls in love with the aforementioned corrupt politician’s daughter (Leigh). I like this movie more and more every time I see it.