You know the ones. The ones where I spend the whole day asleep and have tons of highly vivid dreams and barely stay awake long enough to eat and drink and eliminate before it is back into the velvet tomb of sleep.

Progress continues on my ability to cope with these days in the appropriately enlightened and philosophical manner. This time through, I am feeling extra mellow about the whole thing. This might be due to my eating a whack of leftovers from last night’s Thanksgiving dinner in the middle of the day.

This, of course, included some quite lovely and large pieces of marvelous turkey, and so at least some of my current mellow goodwill might be attributable to being fully in the warm embrace of the goddess triptophan and her all-natural barbiturate like caress.

Nevertheless, I am counting this as a win against my previous problems with finding these days incredibly depressing and making things worse by railing against them and the time they waste and how I wanted to be doing other things and blah blah blah.

It’s the railing and complaining that is the waste of time and life. The only productive thing I do in any day is write one of these blog entries, and so any day where I do that is equally productive. Whether I spend the rest of the day sleeping or playing video games hardly makes a bit of difference, and it’s folly to think otherwise.

Thanksgiving dinner was quite lovely. Our friends Ryan and Jenn (married couple) have made a tradition of doing a very nice dinner for us and a few of our friends at the stately home of the inimitable Garth Spencer, a heck of a fellow and the editor of BCSFAzine previous to my best friend Felicity.

The food was plentiful and excellent. The company was highly convivial, consisting of me, roomies Joe and Julian, the founders of our feast Ryan and Jenn, our host and lender of kitchen Garth, and Amos, a friend of mine and Felicity’s.

It was a full table, wacky conversation ensued, it was a lovely evening.

Or it would have bee, but I was feeling ill.

This is the sort of thing where being someone who is just plain not a healthy person starts to really take its toll. I was not feeling that well when we left, but after I ate, I felt a lot worse. My head was swimming with dizziness (probably from the Paxil reduction I have been telling you about) and I became incredibly and apparently unquenchably thirsty.

That is happening a lot lately. My blood sugar must be beyond fucked up. I will be thirsty, have a drink of water, and be dry mouthed and parched again ten minutes later. I pretty much always have to have a big glass of water on the go, or life becomes very difficult and unpleasant very quickly.

Add to that my increasingly craving for salt, and getting ridiculously hungry sometimes, the signs are there for my blood sugar being stratospheric.

You see, when your blood sugar is too high, your body produces more urea (in other words, urine) in a frantic effort to try to get rid of the more or less toxic levels of sugar, and that means you go through your supplies of both water and sodium quite rapidly.

What your body wants is for you to drink lots of water and flush the excess sugars out and hence restore normal levels. But if you are diabetic, that is just not going to cut it. Too bad your body doesn’t know that, and tries to make you run a river through your body anyhow.

And your sodium does not stand a chance. Normally, your body uses sodium in order to regulate its hydration level. varying the salinity in your blood being a great way to regulate how much water your cells retain.

But if you increase your water intake, all that useful sodium gets washed away in the flood. When you are as out of whack as me, well… shit gets crazay.

And all because, for some reason, I can’t seem to get around to making an appointment with my GP and getting my medication sorted out.

As far as he knows, I have been happily taking a new med for months now. Whereas the reality is, there was some snafu and I should have called him right away to get it fixed and yet, guess what, nope.

I seriously don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me sometimes.