Here’s a simple
long winded explanation for anyone that has asked (or would like to ask but have been afraid to).
For several years, I’ve not slept well (eff you
menopause!). I often wake up in the
middle of the night and my brain starts on the “what can I think about to keep
you awake even longer” track. I try to keep a note pad and pen next to my bed to write down
things I want to remember.
A couple of weeks ago, I woke up and was thinking about how
to start this blog. What would be good
topics? How would I introduce myself? I
came up with a topic and realized I didn’t have my note pad next to me. I hopped out of bed and went to the dining
room to write down my thoughts.
As I was writing, I realized I was sweating. Dripping in sweat. The
thought crossed my mind (very briefly) that I should probably check my blood
sugar. Then my brain said, “But wait! You have to write this idea down first!!” Take a look at my notes. Not very pretty are they? It looks like I was drunk. I sort of felt like I was drunk as the words
kept repeating themselves over and over in my hypo brain. Once I hit the bottom of the page, I realized
I was having a problem that needed attention.
Right. Now.
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| Hmmm. A bit repetitive no? How about some spell check? |
When I finally got my meter out and checked, of course I was
low. Funny but I don’t remember taking a
picture of it! I would have had to go
back to my bedroom to get my phone to do this.
Not only that, but also took a picture of what I was using to fix my low. What the hell? With no memory of it, I’m
assuming I was still thinking about this blog and wanted some ‘proof’ for a
write up.
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| Yes those are my purple pajamas at the bottom of the photo. Cute, right? |
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| I had some of the gel on my face when I woke up the next morning. |
By the time I got back to the bedroom to try to get back to
sleep, my pajamas were soaked. I felt like I had taken a shower in them. Of
course I had to dig out new ones plus new underwear (TMI?) because they were
soaked too. More time for sleeping
wasted. The sheets were also
wet so when I got tucked back into bed I was freezing.
I’ll recap for those who have asked about
lows:
- I was sweating like I had run a marathon.
- I felt like I was drunk with thoughts running through my head that I couldn’t even write down.
- I don’t remember taking pictures. Sort of like a blackout.
- I had to change my pajamas and underwear as they were wringing wet.
- I was freezing once I got back into bed because I was lying
on wet sheets.
Sound like fun? I’ll thank my lucky stars that I was safe at home where I could take care of myself and could have asked Angry for help if I needed it.
