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Jan. 20th, 2003
In two words: Insulin Shock.
It snuck up on me, but WHAM! I suddenly had to sleep, but it wasn't a full sleep; more of an "I'm conscious, but my body won't do anything and I need to wait this out" sleep.
As I started coming out of it I fumbled for food by the bed. Darn. Warren keeps clearing it away because he thinks it's disgusting to have food by the bed (hey, I do keep it sealed!). I finally find a package of dietetic cookies I'd hidden under my bedstand precisely for this reason. I ate four; they tasted ucky, but after about 15 or 20 minutes I'm functional again.
It snuck up on me, but WHAM! I suddenly had to sleep, but it wasn't a full sleep; more of an "I'm conscious, but my body won't do anything and I need to wait this out" sleep.
As I started coming out of it I fumbled for food by the bed. Darn. Warren keeps clearing it away because he thinks it's disgusting to have food by the bed (hey, I do keep it sealed!). I finally find a package of dietetic cookies I'd hidden under my bedstand precisely for this reason. I ate four; they tasted ucky, but after about 15 or 20 minutes I'm functional again.
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