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Wow. That hasn't happened in a while.
I've been really jittery for the past hour. I met a schoolmate of mine, Jean, for coffee at Stauf's in Grandview this afternoon rather spontaneously, and because it is so hot and I love it, I had a big cup of iced coffee. By the time I got to my car, I was insanely jittery, so much so that I was having a difficult time concentrating and driving. Now, I'm rather susceptible to the effects of caffeine because I don't have much, and it /was/ a large cup of iced coffee, but after an hour of sitting around and not really being able to do anything, I decided I should get off my butt and do some stuff around the house. I almost passed out. It's actually the closest I've come to passing out since the time A. and I went hiking in the summer of 1996. The curtain of fuzziness closed, beginning in my peripheral vision and closing, like a stage curtain, until everything went black. I managed to sit down on the sofa and keep the feeling at bay, and my vision returned. That's when I realized that it was my blood sugar, not the caffeine. I've eaten a peach and my hands aren't shaking anymore. Yay. In a few minutes, I'm going to make food.
( The story of my hypoglycemia. )
So who's coming over for dinner?
I've been really jittery for the past hour. I met a schoolmate of mine, Jean, for coffee at Stauf's in Grandview this afternoon rather spontaneously, and because it is so hot and I love it, I had a big cup of iced coffee. By the time I got to my car, I was insanely jittery, so much so that I was having a difficult time concentrating and driving. Now, I'm rather susceptible to the effects of caffeine because I don't have much, and it /was/ a large cup of iced coffee, but after an hour of sitting around and not really being able to do anything, I decided I should get off my butt and do some stuff around the house. I almost passed out. It's actually the closest I've come to passing out since the time A. and I went hiking in the summer of 1996. The curtain of fuzziness closed, beginning in my peripheral vision and closing, like a stage curtain, until everything went black. I managed to sit down on the sofa and keep the feeling at bay, and my vision returned. That's when I realized that it was my blood sugar, not the caffeine. I've eaten a peach and my hands aren't shaking anymore. Yay. In a few minutes, I'm going to make food.
( The story of my hypoglycemia. )
So who's coming over for dinner?
