Hypoglycemic Attack

Yeah, I'm stupid. I really need to be more careful. I had a close call Monday afternoon after David went back to work from lunch. He comes home every day for lunch and to check on me. Well he had gone back to work and I wasn't feeling well after I finished my blog entry for the day. I was all woozy as shit. I couldn't figure out why until I got the shakes. Then I knew. I hadn't eaten all day. I had a cup of coffee and that was all. I was suffering from a Hypoglycemia attack.

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.

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EEEWWWWWW My Life SUCKS !!!

Well it seems that I've only made it to 2507 on the comments counter so far. I'm still hoping that the comments will reach 5000 by January 1st and that someone will get that $100 gift card from Amazon.com. I know I'm not the best blogger out there. I try to blog everyday unless my ill health is making me drag my ass that day. But I am trying. Maybe I should up the anti and make it a $200 gift card. Maybe I'll surprise you all with three gift cards. WTF am I saying??!!! Please disavow! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!

It's been a very productive weekend. I got all my major chores like the laundry and cleaning the house done early on Saturday. That made me happy because I was able to spend the rest of the weekend with David teasing him. He has this new kick on Saturday and Sunday mornings. It's called "I'm going to hog the fucking remote and watch every single OLD western TV show and movie that was ever made. So help me Jebus!"

So I take my mini laptop into the living room and surf the web for fun shit. He finally notices that I've been gone for about a month and comes into the room and asks if he did something to make me leave. I usually say no.

Wrong answer. Then he sits down next to me, puts his head on my shoulder and starts badgering me, asking, like am I mad at him or did he fart much too loudly. Then he leaves and goes out. Comes back a half hour later with a bag of Lindt Lindor chocolates for me. I dive into them and he starts asking again why I'm in the living room all alone with the puppies. I say, "no reason." That just pisses him off. Obviously, bribery has gotten him nowhere. So he stomps off to watch football.

Around halftime he comes looking for me again. I'm in the bedroom laying on the heating pad. My back is acting up again and he wants to know if he should cook, meaning he'll go get something from a fast food place. I get up and make him a salad and grill a breast of chicken, cut it into pieces and put the chicken on top of his salad. He loves salads. I let him know dinner is on and I go lie down again. I have no appetite when I'm hurting. He's upset because he thinks he's done something wrong even though I tell him he hasn't. Why he can't listen to me when I tell him the truth is beyond me. So I end up going to bed early and I woke up late this morning.

UGH!!! My ass is dragging now and I feel like shit. I had my coffee but still feel bad. Starting the 23rd (this Saturday), David is going to be off from work for a whole fucking week due to a plant wide shut down for Thanksgiving. All I can think of now is "Fuck me, I'm gonna die!"

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WTF!!! Mother nature gives us two icy cold days and then throws us back into late summer again. It's almost like she's trying on weather to see how it fits.
"Does this ice and snow make my ass look fat?"

We didn't have the ice and snow here in Texas but we did have the fucking cold. Thank the Goddess that David lit the furnace last weekend. The puppies were very happy. Squirt has taken her place in front of it, paying homage almost every hour of the day.

If for some reason, Squirt thinks that the furnace hasn't come on after praying her heart out to it, she comes to me to ask if I will turn on the heat. It's so pathetic that a little dog comes to me to say, "mommy, please turn the heater on." Then I'll check the room temperature and decide if it should be on or not. Most times I'll oblige her. After all, my dogs are so spoiled.

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