Oh, Daniel! That is scary. I'm glad you're ok, though.
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.
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.
Gronk. The tree sex has started.