I'm glad you made it home ok Daniel.
Lorne ,'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Daniel! That is scary. I'm glad you're ok, though.
I then proceeded to have a couple ounces of potato chips with supper and potatoes in with my vegetables and beef supper and a large Braeburn apple and a Reeses cup I had for emergencies.
Hey! You said those weren't potato chips! You fibber.
Well, ok, the man was probably doing that for my own good - because while I'm lower-carbing it, the potato chips are more of a temptation than the Reese's Cups.
Does anyone remember that poetry site that had a poem for each day of the school year? I thought I bookmarked it, but maybe it was so long ago it's not on this computer. I want to pass the link along.
Daniel, I'm glad you made it home ok.
Once, when DH had a doctor's appointment with a fasting blood draw, he pushed the appointment into the afternoon but refused to wake up and eat a light breakfast (per doctor's orders.) So I went with him and when the doctor checked his blood glucose, he asked DH if he had a ride home. He then told ME to drive and to stop and get DH something to eat IMMEDIATELY. DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.
Daniel, I am so glad you're okay!!
I had whooping cough a few years ago, even though I was vaccinated for that one -- the vaccine can wear off.
My doc re-vaccinated me for whooping cough within the last couple of years. I started teaching and she wanted to make sure the germy kids wouldn't kill me.
DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.
My cousin Steve tested at 32 one day. I have no idea why he isn't dead by now.
I had some low 40s when I was pregnant with Sara and using insulin. Mostly middle-of-the-night, wake-up-shaking-and-sweating moments, neatly cured with orange juice and Oreos. Still, scary. I hated that feeling.
My cousin Steve tested at 32 one day. I have no idea why he isn't dead by now.
As I recall your cousin Steve, that's not the only reason to wonder why he isn't dead by now.
Hubby once had a blood sugar of 17. His doctors didn't believe him and tested his meter, which came back fine. Then they tried him on a brand new meter, which came back at 24. They modified his drugs.
Of course, this is the man whose regular breakfast at the time was a pint of ice cream and a Mountain Dew. Which he'd eat in front of the doctor, who got pissed at him, especially when he'd check his blood an hour later and show her the results--barely above 100.
My Hubby, the mutant.