At least it can't get any worse...

So I went to see my doctor today. I was actually looking rather forward to it. Stacy always makes me feel better, and after feeling like this all day I could really use some comfort.

So I'm waiting for her to come and see me, and slowly begin to realize that the universe isn't right. It's a little too yellow and sparkly and it's ringing a little too loudly in my head.

Oh wait... I'm fainting.

So that's about when Stacy walks in and comes to my rescue. Apparently when you're diabetic and you can't keep any food down all day and your insulin from the night before doesn't realize this and keeps right on working for the full 24 hour period, you have a hypoglycemic episode. Hey, ya learn something new every day.

On the bright side, I've decided that I don't want to die anymore. Basically the hypoglycemia felt an awful lot like dying (and hey - for a while there I had NO blood pressure, which is typical of dead people). And I've decided that I don't like how that felt. So now I don't want to die. It's a long way around it, but at least I got to the right place. I just hope I remember that feeling long enough to get through this.

So on the way home from Tavistock, Papah is somewhat less than sensitive resulting in a very sad Anna. I won't go into details, coz I'll probably just cry again. Let's just say that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction... and last week he was really REALLY awesome about my coming out.

So yeah - paxil withdrawal, next to no sleep, hypoglycemia, papah issues... and then I forget about Konni. I mean, literally forget. It's Tuesday. Every Tuesday is Konni & Anna time. She called at about 7:30 to remind me. I'm not a very good sister-in-law right now. I know she understands; but that doesn't make me feel less shitty about it.

Just feeling a little overwhelmed with Bad Luck.
I can't wait for Charles to get home. I miss him. A lot.