I locked the house up and went to lie down with the heating pad in the bedroom and I suddenly couldn't walk. So I fell onto the bed and grabbed the phone. I didn't want to call David just yet. I was hoping the feeling would go away but it wasn't. I was shaking like a leaf and I couldn't get to the kitchen. So I ended up calling him.
He was able to bypass the heavy traffic and get home in 5 minutes. I had told him over the phone in a meek voice to take a slice of bread and put peanut butter on it and sprinkle it with a little sugar and bring me a juice from the fridge. He came running to the bedroom with the goodies and I was feeling better almost instantly.
I felt so bad for him having to come home on account of my stupidity. I should know better than to go without my morning drink and peanut butter toast, and then to top it off by not eating at lunch. Big no no. I won't be making that same mistake again. It was way too scary for me.
