Top Secret Tuesday - I will burn you just like teenage love
I will knock you off your feet
I will burn you just like teenage love
I will eat you just like meat
I will break you into pieces
That’s me during a low blood sugar.
You’re pretty much a target to get eaten alive if you cross my path during a low blood sugar. Most people know that. A lot of people that know that will keep at me when I’m low just to see how angry I’ll get (they find it amusing). A lot of people keep at me not to see how angry I’ll get but because they’re just plain stupid and don’t get the part where I’m telling them to “shut up or they’re going to regret it”. The wise ones will leave me be as it doesn’t take much to make me snap during a low blood sugar.
You may have read my entry about mom asking me “are you low?” (I woudn’t normally say this, but that’s probably the smartest thing my mom does in terms of speaking to me these days.)
But if you want to, go ahead, try it, say a couple words when I’m low and find out what kind of demons are inside me, I dare you. You’ll pretty much regret it. And I won’t apologize because you brought it upon yourself. On the off chance that you didn’t know what happens when my blood sugar goes low (i get snappy, argumentative, overly emotional) and on the off chance that the first time you piss me off while I’m low I don’t tell you to “shut up and leave me alone” you might get an apology (but the chances of that are fairly slim).
Your words could possibly be completely harmless, but if I’m low there’s really no reason to what you’re saying and you’re wrong no matter what you’re saying so I will possibly go off on you anyways.
Sometimes I will keep my mouth shut, but there are times when other people are talking to me that the need to keep my mouth shut overrides itself and the need to tell them to shut up or they’ll regret it overrides itself and they just get eaten alive. I do give fair warning though. (fair warning applies to the first time you were warned EVER! there is no need to continuely warn you each time I’m low, once you’ve been told, you’ve been told and the need to retell you doesn’t exist, if you can’t remember, it’s not my fault)
You have been warned:
I will knock you off your feet
I will burn you just like teenage love
I will eat you just like meat
I will break you into pieces
Top Secret Tuesday: Sprite and Mothers Circus Animal Cookies
I was in the 9th grade the year I decided that my staple food was going to be Sprite and those frosted animal cookies with sprinkles (Mothers Circus Animal Cookies). I had gone from 5th grade to 9th grade packing my lunch, consisting of either peanut butter and jelly and chips or a meat sammich with fruit. I was fed up with that kind of lunch.
I was smart enough that I was getting paid to do other student’s homework and with the profit that I was making (as it was all profit), I afforded the best money can buy. Ok, maybe it wasn’t the best, but it was what I was happy to be eating day in and day out. Every day at lunch time I would head to the vending machines, get me a sprite (no vending machine serves diet sprite, or sprite zero so I drank the regular stuff) and then I would get me a bag of Mothers Circus Animal Cookies (they’re some of my favorite cookies). I would be very bummed if the machines were out of sprite or out of the cookies (that meant that I had to go get some “normal” cafeteria lunch).
I’m not quite sure how I managed to do this because every day before lunch I was in the nurses office to check my blood, and I don’t recall if I was taking a shot before I ate or if I was doing it after I ate, because my meter was stored in the nurses office, so the logistics of how I survived my 9th grade year on sprite and frosted sprinkled animal cookies is beyond me.
Top Secret Tuesday: Klondike Bar
Ok, I know it’s not Tuesday, Tuesday was yesterday, but I saw this question last night and just didn’t get a chance to write about it so it still qualifies as a Top Secret Tuesday post. What is Top Secret Tuesday? It’s this thing I started on my primary blog, Traveling Thoughts. Every Tuesday I post something that my readers don’t know about me. If my readers don’t know it, it’s practically a secret. When it comes to my diabetes there’s all kinds of secrets, some of which have been revealed in my work: Confessions Of A Type 1 Diabetic.
The question was in a new devotional that I picked up “Burn This Book, Ignite A New Life With God” and I was flipping through it and one of the days was labeled:
“What would you do for a klondike bar?”
It was the easiest question the book probably had in it, in terms of me being able to answer it, and that might seem silly, I mean when’s the last time you had a Klondike Bar? It’s been a long while for me.
This question was so simple that I blurted out “I’ll just steal it from the freezer”. That’s just what I did when I was 13. I had gone to visit my father in CA and we had gone to our good friend’s house J & D we’ll call them. They always had Klondike Bars in the freezer. One night everyone was eating Klondike Bars while I got to eat a sugar free popsicle. I was so far from thrilled. 5 people eating Klondike Bars and a Courtney eating a popsicle.
I didn’t let on that I wasn’t impressed. I finished my popsicle and plotted my plan to get my hands on a Klondike Bar. Later in the evening when everyone was outside, I slipped back into the house and stole the Klondike Bar from the freezer. I creeped into the bathroom and began to pig out.
I got through like half the bar before people came looking for me. I told my father that I had diarrhea and that I’d be out when I was done. I finished my bar, put the wrapper in a kleenex, and put the trash in the bottom bathroom drawer. It was the guest bathroom and that drawer was never used. I was sure that the wrapper was safe there. I flushed the toilet and went outside like I was just fine.
The next morning Father gets a call from J & D, they discovered that the last Klondike Bar was missing. I get called to his room to discuss this and I’m sitting on his bed adamant that I didn’t eat it. For like an hour I got grilled. I knew I had eaten it, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wasn’t supposed to have eaten it, but everyone else got one, but everyone else didn’t have diabetes. I got the sugar free popsicle. There was only one left and it had disappeared and while I hadn’t spent a terribly long time in the bathroom, I was gone long enough for them to know that I was up to something. They all knew full well that I had eaten the Klondike Bar, I’m sure of it, but I wasn’t going to admit to it.
When I came home from my summer vacation it was one of the first talks mom had with me. And I was crying as I told her that I had eaten it, but I should’ve gotten one anyways, everyone else had one. I got into some trouble I think, I don’t remember how much but I’m sure there was trouble on the homefront.
So, I stole my Klondike Bar from the freezer, what would you do for a Klondike Bar?