Crash-tastic

Well. That was fun.

I remembered to take my DIABEETUS MEDS for the first time in over a week this morning, so down the hatch went good old trusy Metformin and Glycazide, with breakfast at around nine am. Little did I know I was paving the way... FOR DESTRUCTION™.

Four hours later and I'm feeling peckish, and if there's one thing every good diabetic knows, it's to eat something when one is feeling peckish. So up I get to make lunch and suddenly it's 'ruh roh'. By now I know exactly what the early stages of a blood sugar crash feels like. So I hurriedly prepped lunch, thinking it would be ready by the time I got too bad. This was, technically speaking, wrong.

By the time the food was on the plate, my hands were shaking like leaves. Epileptic leaves. I picked up the plate to head into the lounge, and the thing basically vibrated right out of my grip and there went my lunch, all over the floor. In the punch-drunk midst of my semi lucid haze I thought bugger this, lurched over to the fridge, managed to grab the door on the second try and promptly stuffed an entire kiwi fruit into my mouth without bothering to skin it first. It was delicious.

Sooo yeah. It seems that the meds have become too strong for me. I have evolved, life has found a way, etc. Next up will be a visit to the docs, and I imagine that for a while I might try not taking pills at all, and closely monitor my blood sugar to see if it goes back up into 'ohnoes my penis is about to fall off' territory.