Tag: hypoglycemic


I Think I Should Know

11
December

I feel like a little kid with her first headache. I want to whine and whimper about the pain. I feel like I should be acting pitiful, which is crazy since I’ve had headaches for over 2 decades now. I should be able to suck it up and deal with it. Of course, I wasn’t able to do that in 2000, when I had such bad “tension” headaches that I would spend long periods of time in my room with no lights on at all and nothing touching certain parts of my head. That was also when I had them to such a degree that even the school counselor thought I needed to be resting. The “tension” headaches then were one of the only physical issues that contributed to my dropping out of high school. The headaches that I’m having now are just as bad, and sometimes worse.

I think my neurologist appointment is this week. That should help me some. I hope he’ll have some ideas for what causes these awful headaches. I get migraines and even they aren’t this bad. I don’t think they’re tension headaches because, from what I’ve learned about them, tension headaches aren’t crippling. (I also think the tension diagnosis was crap back in 2000.)

The headache probably isn’t helped by the fact that I forgot to finish my (already late) dinner.  I had only eaten once yesterday before I started my dinner at almost midnight.  Then, I didn’t really like what I was eating (imitation crab salad with crackers), so I put it aside so that I could eat it once I got hungry enough to not care what I was shoving down my throat.  Well, I forgot to shove it down my throat until four o’clock, which was about 21 hours since I had actually had a legitimate meal.  I had been nauseous the entire time, but by four, I had started shaking, twitching, palpitating (it’s a word), and just feeling like shit.  My muscles felt weaker and I was almost in one of those moods where my body was either going to shut down or start making me sound like someone who’d been drinking for about 10 hours straight.  It was not pleasant and it was getting less pleasant by the minute.  So, I ate the rest of my dinner quickly, shoved some other high-carb crap down, and basically tried to swig anything that had even a slight amount of sugar.

My sugar doesn’t feel so low now.  Actually, it feels like I overcompensated.  So, instead of having the typical nausea of hunger, I am now having the gagging feeling that I assume children get on Halloween when they toss their twenty pounds of candy in their mouths without thinking.  Yeah, it’s that unpleasant feeling that was described in the episode “The Almost People” from Doctor Who:

I expect chocolate for breakfast. If you don’t feel sick by mid-morning you’re not doing it right.

Of course, mine isn’t from jumping on the bed on my birthday or eating chocolate for “breakfast” so it isn’t exactly the same, but it is pretty close to what happened, so it’ll do. And I guess it serves me right because I know better than to completely or almost completely skip eating meals. I’ve had low sugar issues for almost as long as I’ve had headaches, so I should know how how to not abuse my body in such severe ways.

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We Got The Beat

17
September

First off, I wanted to say congratulations to Jennifer on the birth of Audrey Lynn.  I happened to stumble onto her blog this afternoon and saw the precious photo of her.  She’s just too cute.

Okay, so, yesterday was my dad’s moody day, which actually makes sense.  As a kid/teenager, I hated Thursdays.  Thursdays were always the days that he would act like a toddler who had had all of his toys taken away and then smashed.  So, him reverting into that attitude actually seemed rather normal for him.

Now that I’m back on the interwebz and all, I thought I would once again promote Urban Sunrise, the 18+ forum that I run with Haley, Kara, Ashley, Angela, Jef, Natasha, Bren, Kate, etc.  With my absence and everyone else having real life obligations, the boards kind of slowed down.  So, if you’re over 18 (or a really mature 17), then please go join.  If you’re not into boards, but know someone who is, then please spread the word.  I would really like to have them be a lot more active.  Plus, we don’t bite.  Or, I know I don’t.  I can’t guarantee that the rest of the staff doesn’t.

I forgot to eat yesterday almost all day.  I woke up yesterday at around 9.  I didn’t eat until 5 in the afternoon, which was about 20 hours since the last meal I had had.  Needless to say, I was about to fall over from weakness, tremors, etc. because my hypoglycemia was not very happy with me.

I’m glad that my computer is back, but it still seems to be different.  Maybe once I find a decent wallpaper to use, it will feel more like home.  I had been using the ones that Melody had made for my TFL Secret Santa–one with Alexander Skarsgård in black & white (for my artsy account) & the other with Eric & Sookie from S2 (on my main account).  I know that I could’ve backed some stuff, but I honestly didn’t think it would ever get lost.  I’m also going to have to find a whole new set of fonts & brushes, since those are all gone.

I hope that Kate doesn’t get offended, but this morning I changed up my livejournal look.  It had been up since February, and, though I loved it, I kind of wanted a new look.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to come up with something better than the look it has right at this moment, but I think it looks fairly nice.

I got a little annoyed today at Technorati.  I had requested that this site be put back on their index.  Apparently, when they reviewed it, they determined that it didn’t meet their guidelines.  I sent them an email back asking why my site didn’t meet their guidelines, yet so many others (that have similar content, use similar scripts, and even go a little more commercial) are okay’d.  It seemed a little fishy.  I don’t even know why this site was taken off their index to begin with.  I know that not being included in Technorati is not the end of the world, but it would be nice if they would at least explain better what was “wrong” with this site.

I’m really thirsty today, which I think may have something to do with weather…or maybe I’m not drinking enough. I don’t really keep track of it as well as I used to.  I think I’ve begun slacking on my Sjögren’s issues.  The sicca symptoms have been pretty bad lately.  I have to be careful in the fall, because it starts getting drier and slightly cooler and I forget that I still need to keep myself just as hydrated.  One day I will remember how to do all these things.

I’ve begun obsessing a little about what to do in February of next year, when the site turns 10.  I want to celebrate, but I just haven’t decided how to do that.  Any suggestions would be great.

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*le sigh*

27
November

My Thanksgiving has sucked. Actually, my week has pretty much sucked. The movie was great, but so much happened in the hours following the movie. My grandmother called and had developed pneumonia, so I stayed with her for a night to make sure she was okay. Then, my mom stayed with her the next two nights. I developed something like bronchitis, which got worse the more stressed I got. My mom’s health started to get worse, but I kept passing it off as her just being annoying. (I know it’s bad to do that, but sometimes I don’t get that she can be in so much more pain when we have virtually the same things wrong with us.) I stayed up cooking all night last night for today, and I was psyched. Then, my dad was all moody when he woke up because I’d left the TV on too loud when I was finished cooking and was just reading. Then, my mom, dad, and I went to my grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving like usual, only once we got there things took an unusual turn. She was fine for a while, then she got pale and started having trouble breathing and having trouble stopping this whole body twitching thing. It was scary, in a way, because I kept thinking that she was going to die before the ambulance got there. (My grandmother lives in the middle of nowhere practically, so it wasn’t like I didn’t have a reason to fear.) I wasn’t panicking, though. I stayed very calm. I tried to help the medics with as much information as possible. I didn’t start crying until she was in the ambulance and my dad was talking to her before they left. I was all by myself in the car, which, as you know, leads to badness. I was thinking of contingency plans. What did I do if my mom didn’t make it while in transport from my grandmother’s house to the hospital in Huntsville? I would survive, I finally determined, but I wasn’t sure what would be left of me. I mean, when you take into consideration that anyone who has ever seen the interaction between my mom and me has said that it’s like watching two people sharing one mind, it is important to realize that we feel like one person sometimes. Whatever hurts one, hurts the other. We don’t let each other do anything risky for fear the consequences not only to that person, but to ourselves. We’re very careful, which can lead to resentment, but it’s a resentment that we understand. Anyway, back to the whole this week’s suckage, we got to Huntsville after winding down some country roads pretty fast and my mom was told that her blood sugar had dropped to like 37. (The low end of normal is 70.) She was given some sugar and things started to get better. They had to give her a breathing treatment, which I figure is why her blood sugar started bottoming out again, partially. (If you’ve never had asthma medicine, let me tell you, it drains your body of every resource.) It hit 48 after it had gone up briefly. They gave her more sugar. She sent me home. I stayed at home, fielding calls from my grandmother every hour and a half. My mom was admitted to the hospital. My dad told me at 7:00 that he was about to come home. I started panicking around 8:10 when he wasn’t here. I thought that he should have been here at least 40 minutes earlier. I don’t like being alone in the dark, especially in an already tense situation. So he got here at about 8:30, and instead of berating him for not being here on time, I just let it slide. I felt like if I got mad at him, then I would be punished somehow for being a bad daughter and that I would end up with both parents in the hospital or worse. (Crazy, I know, but that’s how my brain works.)

I’m extremely tense right now, so I made a deal with my dad that I get to spend tomorrow at the movie theater. He asked me what I was going to see. That should have been an easy guess. I’m a dork, therefore what movie am I going to go see? Twilight, of course. Not once, but twice. There shouldn’t be too many teenage girls at the first showing, since it’s at 12:20 in the afternoon. I mean, most teens don’t go to matinees, even when school is out. (Always try to get the matinee, if you’re planning on booking seats to a popular movie.) It will probably be busier at 3:20 when the second showing starts.

I was planning on seeing the movie again, anyway, but I needed to pick something that I could just lose myself in. I’m pretty good at doing that when it comes to the whole Edward and Bella thing. I think when I come home, I may start reading the books again. I just finished them again this morning, but to me, they’re like comfort food. Since I haven’t been eating much at all since I went on the Metformin, I might have to take comfort in reading certain books instead of indulging in things that will cause my sugar to do what my mom’s has been doing…shooting up and plummeting.

I’m almost over my hypoglycemic thing that’s been going on today, as well. My mom and I both did the stupid thing this morning of taking our “sugar medicine” with candy, instead of real food. (If you can trick the drug into thinking that you’ve just taken in sugar, then you don’t have to eat as much, therefore leaving the pouch open for more food…which is a good thing on Thanksgiving.) It backfired on both of us, her more than me. My hypoglycemia kicked in and has been kicking my butt all day long. I finally had a meal at about 3 at the hospital, then some more real food at about 5:30 because my body had already gotten over the minor sugar rush that I had gotten from the real food I had eaten shortly before that. I had to eat a little more real food at 7. Then, I just grabbed a bottle of G2 and started swigging back the sugar in the form of light Gatorade. It seemed to even out my sugar, to where I was able to deal with it for a while while I waited on my dad to get home. Once he got home, my mood stabilized and so did my sugar. I haven’t been hungry the whole time he’s been home. Yay for small miracles.

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