I get to start the new year with my blood sugar crashing, quite ill and afraid. I suppose I should instead write that I get to start the new year calling upon my God for mercy?
I thought I did better today. I was greatly mistaken.
Meal 1
custard dish of potato wedges (plain, no sauce)
sauce dish of dried fruit (bananas, cherries, and blueberries)
salt dish of sunflower seeds
Gatorade
Meal 2
custard dish of chopped grilled, herbed chicken with a bit of mayo and lemon juice
sauce dish of baked cracker chips
Dr Pepper
Meal 3
custard dish of spinach and artichoke dip
cereal bowl of tortilla chips
tea
Meal 4
1/2 Scotch egg
small wedge of pound cake
water
After the third meal, I started to feel incredibly full and uncomfortable. I waited three hours instead of two before eating again. By the time late evening rolled around, I crawled into bed early (for me), with my abdomen quite distended and extraordinarily uncomfortable, and eschewed all thoughts of any celebrating of the new year.
Now, a couple of hours into it, I am trying to figure out what in the world made me ill and why my blood sugar plummeted. Again, it was rather low before I put 2 and 2 together because I was already feeling quite ill. When I realized I was nearly two weak to make from the bathroom back to the bed because I was trembling so much and highly anxious and my cold spell had turned to sweating, a lightening bolt of understanding struck me and I raced downstairs to the kitchen for my meter. Seriously, I am stupid. I should have just used my basket in my bedroom. There is no need, really, for me to measure my blood sugar at these times.
I grabbed a Gingerale (I need to purchase some juice) and sunflower seeds (I am certain I did NOT have enough sodium this day) and then, once I was feeling less like the world was fading away, I had some applesauce.
Now, I am waiting for all that horrible combination of overwhelming dread and fear and anxiety and trembling and weakness and sweating to completely pass so that I might try, at last, to fall asleep.
Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.
I am Yours, Lord. Save me!
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Oh Myrtle, I am so sorry. I hope you got some rest and pray that today brings relief.
Thank you, Cheryl. I did sleep some, but here I am now am really afraid to eat anything. It is very frustrating and discouraging that things I have eaten for a long time and quite frequently are seemingly problematic. However, primarily it is not the food, but the functioning. Truly, thank you for your prayers.
The Kyrie is a good thing to have upon your lips at any time. We continue to pray for you. May I ask a stupid, man-type question: Would it be possible to get a nutritional consult to find the best way to implement this new eating schedule? Told you it was a stupid question.
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