so sometimes (tuesday) i get low on the bus and instead of texting the right person for a pick-up or even going into the cvs right there to buy a tube of glucose tablets to chom i start walking home and my brain entertains all kinds of scenarios in which i die on the side of the road in a puddle/lake of my own sweat.
but then i realize that i’ve made it past the chinese food restaurant and my uncle’s driveway and i start laughing at the ridiculous thoughts that my mind can create when it is lacking glucose. i mean really, it’s just another 1/8th of a mile and my wobbly legs have made it this far even with my brain being preoccupied with ________ (whatever word you insert here would most likely make sense) so i just keep walking and doing some lamaze-esque breathing which is weird because i’m focusing on the breathing as if that’s what’s doing me in.
and then in a final act of crazy, while believing i’m gonna die, i just know that i’m going to blog about this (duh, die, then blog) so i stop to take a picture of how fuzzy things get when you reach hypoglycemic levels of stupidity. and then other times (today) i click through my camera roll and find this picture and try to figure out why it’s there and then laugh at myself (again) because not only do i do stuff like this, i actually remember it all and hey, look at that…i did blog about it.
i’m such a drama queen when i’m low.
