Hi! I woke up a while ago, and went straight away to the bathroom,"took my seat" as we say, and fell asleep for two hours. When I woke up from there, it was sudden, and alarming! I knew instantly something was wrong! I was all shaky inside. I pried my derriere off the seat, "OUCH", stumbled to my chair,and wheeled to the kitchen table, and grabbed my blood sugar kit, cotton balls,and alcohol, prepped the site..I chose left side of the nail of my right hand ring finger's fingertip, lanced and set the meter, and let the teststrip of the meter sip from the nice bubble of blood that accompanied the sting of pain that squirted out. Oh yeah, it hurts, something awful sometimes, but only for a few seconds. 28 seconds later, the read out popped up...61. For those of you who do not know, low blood sugar starts at 88 and goes down, so yeah, we are having a reaction. I am a little disoriented, and have to think of something to eat..but first things first. I press the soaked cotton ball against the blood site, and with the free hand take the meter, invert it over the garbage container, press the button and the sterile strip falls out. I push the other button and the readout disappears,and we tuck the lancer and meter back in the blood kit, close it up and set it aside for the next time, along with the alcohol and cotton balls, and grab my cup of icewater and gulp from it, because it's awfully thirsty in here! With a leftover cotton ball, soaked in a few drops of icewater, I wipe my eyes...maybe that will help me focus my eyes...and look around. Now, what was it I was looking for? Oh, yeah....food, that was it. Gotta have some food...okay, focus. There's my goodie bag up in the cupboard, but it's up there, and I'm down here, and my reacher is clear in the other room, and I don't handle it well when I am shaking, which I am starting to do now...so I look some more. On the countertop is a glassine container of baklava...but it's a couple days old and there's all that chewing to consider. The longer it takes to ingest, the longer it will take to stop the shakes and bring me back to reality. Besides, I'm not hungry. I'm thirsty! So I drink some more icewater, and look at the table. There's a new package of little york peppermint patties, that should bring me back to myself enough to think straight,and once I have something in my stomache, I can take my noontime pills. GASP! My pills. I didn't get my pills yet!! Gotta call Yon son and ask him to go get my pills ASAP...I mean, it's bad enough I'm in the middle of a reaction, but once that takes hold, any other lack or problem is intensified. by the time I get done thinking this, I have wheeled to Yon son's door,and start talking:
" Honey, I hate to bother you, but I'm two hours late on my noon blood pressure pills!" I have no idea if he can hear me or not, because I didn't knock on his door, but I just keep talking until I hear a response..."...Besides that, you know the rental place is supposed to be out here to bring back my printer and pick up the air conditioner until next summer...you know you never did call them back and ask them to come later"...and about this time a very angry sounding voice issues from the bedroom doorway, where Yon has just now appeared. "Yes, I did." said he," called and changed it from two to four, to five to six!" and i say"OH! Gee, I wish I had known that. I wouldn't have bothered you if I had known....oh, by the way, I'm at 61.." He gives me a large eyed look"Fun! Did you eat anything yet?" Uh, no. I haven't decided what to have.." And I wheel around, and go back to the kitchen. He hurries around and grabs and snapple out of the fridge, and sets in front of me. There's about two swallows left,and I polish that off,and throw the empty in to the garbage."I'll go up the hill, pick up your pills,and grab some food. What do you want?" I don't care, and say so,while I struggle to open the York peppermint patties. My hands are shaking so badly, I can't seem to get a grip on the foil package ends to pull it open. Besides THAT it is getting really hot in here, and I need to turn on a fan, because I am sweating so badly. I wheel over to the fan, turn it towards me,and turn it on high, and on the way back, grab the scissors out of the drawer, and saw the peppermint patties open, and pop one in my mouth. There are 6 small ones in this pack, rather than the one big one,and I munch it down fast and chase it with more ice water, and then wheel to the bathroom door, and stumble to the commode. God what a relief! I was about to burst! Stumbling back to the chair, I realize that it is past time for the rental people to be here,and I'd better turn on the computer, so I can test the printer before they run off with the temp.Sooo I grab my York,and my water, and wheel into the dinning room, there to turn on yet another fan, because it's hot in there too.By the time I get set up in there, Yon son is back with my pills and sandwiches, printer paper and a surprise or two,and I take my pill, and try to finish getting set up totally, before leaving the desk to eat. I have stopped trembling, more or less, but now the heat is intense, and I turn the fan up, and take another gulp of ice water, and almost choke on it, since I still feel the inside of me shaking. Finally I turn to the table, and unwrap the sandwich, which smells really good, and Yon son says, " They're mushroom and swiss burgers." I take a few bites because I must, but they don't taste right. " Thank you, honey" I tell Yon son. I know it is me, not the fault of the food that they don't taste good. Within two hours, I am almost back to normal again,but not quite. When they came in with my printer, I was still out of it enough, that even though something was bothering me as they walked out the door, to go get the power cord they forgot to bring, it took another fifteen minutes to realize that I had had no intention to allow them to take that other printer away, before I knew mine was actually 100% working again. I had not yet reached the point where I was thinking straight.
There now, wasn't that fun?
Of course, I am only now just beginning to actually feel normal, so I am going to leave this sit,and come back and read it in a while, just to make sure it makes sense. Perhaps the piece looses something in the translation, because a reaction is so disorienting, and it's hard to completely portray just how out of focus one is, or how irritable, and even downright grouchy one gets while in this state. Thank God Yon son knows and understands what is going on when I say, I'm at 61, because frankly, it is hard to follow through from the knowing you need to eat, to the actual obtaining and consuming of same. But, I tried.
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