I got so involved with getting my lunch together in the kitchen then transporting it here and setting it up that I almost forgot why I was here in the first place.
To write for you lovely people, of course!
It didn’t help that I had to wait for the computer to boot up because it somehow managed to turn itself off when I wasn’t using it.
No doubt that pesky “not quite right” power supply of mine is somehow to blame.
Or this thing will fucking reboot
Plus there’s an issue with my own personal power supply, in that I feel very tired and sleepy right now.
That’s not unusual. I have sleepy days from time to time.
What IS somewhat unusual, and worryingly so, is the accompanying feeling of heaviness and physical depression that seemingly came along for the ride.
For a bit less than a week now, I have noticed this heavy, leaden feeling when I am getting out of bed.
Once I am up, it goes away, or so I thought.
Apparently that only works when I am standing, because sitting here in front of the computer I am feeling very heavy indeed.
Plus now there is a diffuse tingling feeling throughout my body.
Uh oh. This could be bad. I better find my insulin injection pen ASAP.
(Hopefully) more after the break.
The good news
The good news is that I’m not dead.
So, no, gentle reader, I am not a ghostly figure communicating with you from beyond the grave via ectoplasmic telekinesis.
Meaning that tonight’s entry was not, in fact, ghostwritten.
Ba dum tish.
Nor am I in the hospital or otherwise medically indisposed. That heavy, tingly feeling from earlier was NOT the imminent blood sugar crash I feared it was, thank Whoever.
And that unpleasant feeling is mostly gone now. It’s still there, buzzing around in the back of my mind like a bumblebee trapped between two windows, but it’s faint.
So the crisis has passed. I didn’t find my insulin before the weakness overtook me and I had to lay down and sleep.
Which was stupid, at least on paper, because if it HAD been a blood sugar crash, going to sleep could have been fatal.
I could have slipped into a coma and woken up in Tube Hell years later!
But whatever strange gods protect clueless geniuses like me must have smiled upon me because my body apparently fixed whatever was wrong with me while I slept.
But that doesn’t mean I am not worried. It might not have been the medical catastrophe I feared it was, but it was still Very Not Good.
I mean, I really had no choice but to lay down and sleep. It was lay down or fall down. And by the time that happened the tingling was pretty intense.
So yeah. Bad idea to take a nap then but I had no other options.
One possible cause for the attack is low blood pressure. I only recently noticed that my Ramipril is supposed to be taken twice a day, not just once, and my body might have had a reaction to the increase in dosage.
But low blood SUGAR seems more likely. I have had many attacks of the Demon Hunger lately, and that means my insulin response is so low that my cells are starving and flooding me with hunger signals as a result.
The only treatment for that is a stiff dose of insulin. Which I will administer to myself as soon as possible, before it gets so bad that no amount of food will slake the beast.
As scary as this is, I think it’s good for me to get the occasional low harm reminder that I am a very sick man who needs to take better care of himself.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.