It's Five O'clock on a Saturday

 

I'd ask about the regular crowd, but it's 5:00 am, not pm and I do hope that you were all still deep in your dreams. I however, had woken up covered in sweat, ravenously hungry and wondering if I could make it the 20 feet to the bathroom before wetting myself. There was an anxious buzzing inside my head that was different than what I am used too. And my movements were slow and clumsy. It felt as if I was walking on shifting sand.

After relieving myself, eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich and changing my tee shirt I realized that all the things that had woken me from a dead sleep after 3 hours are the symptoms of a low blood sugar. I checked and even after having eaten I was only at 66. I waited another 15 minutes and checked again to find that I was at 61. Glucometers are not really known for their remarkable accuracy. It is hard to know if my blood sugar was actually falling or if the decline was just a quirk of the test strip. I ate a couple of sugar tabs and waited another 15 minutes to check again. That is how my morning has gone. After nearly 4 hours my blood sugar is finally in the acceptable range of 85. I am exhausted, but I rarely nap. once I wake up, I'm up. So, I'm thinking this rainy Saturday is a wash, and it has only just started.