I thought I’d share something funny that happened Tuesday night, if only because I found it pretty novel — I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it before.
I’m bad about skipping breakfast, lunch too occasionally. My metabolism is too high for that kind of behavior, as I don’t really have enough body fat to ride through to the next meal. I’d certainly not been at my worst Tuesday. I had a bite in the morning with my giant coffee, and although lunch wasn’t what it should have been, it too was better than nothing at all. Another coffee in the afternoon may well have been my eventual downfall, but I was feeling fine up through three beers (of average gravity) with B__ in the early evening.
We headed back to her place to have a bite, and instead sidetracked ourselves straight to the bedroom. Everything was going sweatily when I noticed my hands were tingling. Clearly a change of position was due, but the pins-and-needles didn’t go away. I shook my arms out and flexed my hands several times. Still nothing.
By now B__ was on the case. She dashed to the kitchen, brought back cookies, and grinned as she stuffed one in my mouth. Before I could even get it swallowed, I could feel my body releasing a cocktail of chemicals anticipating digestion. The numbness moved towards my fingertips, and the foggy haze I didn’t even realize my head was under started to lift. It was like taking several shots, but in reverse.
Crisis averted, we cuddled and looked up hypoglycemia on the interwebs.