Anyway, this morning could have gone tons better. One of my best friends, Andrew, came over last night and we had a blast catching up on old times. However, in all the excitement, I forgot to eat before I went off to bed. Normally if I eat dinner it's no big deal.
Now for those of you who don't know, I've had problems with hypoglycemia for the better part of my life. I don't usually bring it up however because I've had it under control for a long time. I haven't come close to fainting or going into shock in years, and I don't want people to see me as this sickly person with a horrible disease or anything.
Anyway, I forgot to eat, and I paid for it dearly this morning. I woke up delirious and covered in my own sweat. I could barely move, or even see. It was terrifying.
Mind you, I have been known to function with my blood sugar level at 30. (Normal is 100.) I was afraid if I didn't find a way to move and get something in me, I was going to die in my bed. That would be it. No wedding, no graduation, buying my first house, my first car, nothing.
I finally found the strength to fall out of bed and somehow make it to the kitchen and crack open a soda. It must have been bad, because it took me hours to recover fully.
Never fear though readers, I am alive and well, and functioning just fine now. I'm pretty sure I won't make this mistake again in the future.
Keep it real.
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