Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Oh, the Irony

My duties at The Day Job (TM) have been reduced to updating our client's database. I'm incredibly relieved about this. I keep hoping they'll just fire me. I would love to sit at home and collect unemployment checks for a couple of months.

But then, I better be careful what I wish for. The Day Job (TM) also keeps me in health insurance.

That's a bit more important these days.

I also seem to have either caught a cold at Wiscon or developed yet another allergy-related coughing/runny nose/sinus headache thing that tends to develop about this time of year. I'm leaning toward the latter, which means more doctors and drugs.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The good news is, I did 90% of my full free weights routine this morning.

I forgot how heavy those 30 lb weights are.

A few hours before, at 2:45 am, I woke up covered in sweat, my heart pounding, my body trembling. I waited a couple of minutes until I realized the room was actually cool, meaning my body's freakout was internal and not external.

I dragged myself out of bed and checked my blood: 50.

Too low.

Stumbled out to the kitchen, drank a glass of orange juice and ate three graham crackers.

I flopped back into bed and lay awake until the trembling and racing heart subsided. It only took a few minutes for my blood to stabilize, and lo, I was back to normal.

It's the strangest thing.

I used to think I was self-medicating during food binges, back in the day.

Now I'm quite literally self-medicating with food.

Oh, the irony.

2 comments so far. What are your thoughts?

Elizabeth McClung said...

Thanks for blogging about this, the little details give me an insight into the complexities of diabetes and living with it - congrats on your free weights routine.

Kameron Hurley said...

On the one hand, it's something that I'm adjusting to right now, meaning it's on my mind (as I type this, I can see little pinprick spots of blood on my keyboard. I started typing this morning before the fingerprick I made to test my blood had congealed. Weird. Weird). At the same time, I really, really don't want this to become one of those emo livejournals where I do a "Woe is me" every other post.

The illness will come up, but hopefully I can find a good balance over the next few months and make sure that's not *all* I write about.

Because that would bore even me.