Low Blood Sugars and Stormtroopers

So, today, I was driving along, and I decide that I’m feeling low. Not to just say that I’m low, but because I was actually feeling that way. For someone who 99.9% of the time feel symptoms, that feeling may have been a good thing. I say may have, because I didn’t actually check my blood to see if I was truly low. That was mistake numero uno.

Mistake numero dos was when I decided that the cure for my low would be a venti chai tea and an orange cranberry scone from Starbucks. This was only a mistake because I was using it to treat a low that I never verified was there and so I didn’t take insulin for any of it because I thought I was low. And so then, 2 hrs later, I was worshipping the porcelain god because I was high. REAL HIGH! 500 to be exact. Nice high number. That number, tells me I wasn’t low when I thought I was low because had I been low, I wouldn’t have gone that high (at least, I don’t think I would’ve, you really never can tell, there’s too many factors to be sure what will happen at any given moment)

And because I was high, I was dehydrated, but because I was vomiting, no water was staying in me. And yet somehow, I was constantly having to pee. Where was that fluid coming from, there was nothing in my belly, and my bladder had to have emptied out the first time I peed. I really don’t understand how that works.

In other news, I was driving home tonight from getting some new running pants which are strangely like spandex but they’re not really spandex that I’m not sure I’ll like them, and it was dark, and I’m sitting on the east side of the street staring at a guy who’s on the west side of the street, well, not a guy, but his car, and it looked like a storm trooper, well, the head of a stormtrooper, which translates to the helmet of a stormtrooper.

I know why TK-421 wasn’t at his post. It’s because he was across the street staring at me. Stormtroopers sure do look larger in real life.