Post-weekend update

[brightrosefox]

I napped a lot. Damn Danny's bed for being so comfortable. Adam and I arrived Friday night, and I was already in and out of catnaps while the boys worked on Dan's computer. The three of us shared a pizza. A few people showed up. We went to a concert in DC, then came back and met with a few more people. Adam and I sat around in Jason's room for a good portion of Saturday night, watching him play songs on guitar and mandolin. Andre gave me a nice ego boost by asking if he could read some of my book. I need to fix up the first few chapters before I email him an attachment.

Right now I feel annoyingly tired and bloated. Too many starches and carbs, probably: pizza and a yogurt smoothie at Dan's, then pasta at home Sunday night. I just came back from lunch: seafood sandwich and potato chips. Yep, starches and carbs, and too little protein. Of course, running around DC and engaging in heavy conversation can unintentionally sap energy too. Eh. At least I ate well and stayed hydrated.
I think one of these days I'm going to visit my doctor and do an actual blood glucose test. I want to find out if I'm actually hypoglycemic. I still get confused about the exact different between symptoms for hypo- and hyper-. I do know that if I don't eat enough, I have all the symptoms of hypoglycemic. If I eat too much sugar, I get very loopy and feel drunk. Then I feel buzzed, have short bursts of manic energy (but still feeling drunk), and then I crash. Can't tell if that's hyperglycemia, or just the hypoglycemic's reaction to lots of sugar. I know that Adam and my mother are both very hypoglycemic, and they have those exact reactions.


Monday morning seems to be high time for short tempers -- well, mine at least. One of the managing partners here at the firm wanted court decisions on a couple of cases. His secretary asked us for them. I got the first one and brought her the printed copy. For the second one, the attorney came over and demanded it as Ray and I had just started doing a web search. The problem was, it wasn't in just one place, and the lawyer kept giving us orders to do this that he obviously had no clue about; he ws just so amazingly rude and impatient and pushy. When Ray finally snapped at him that this might take a little more time than the guy had wanted (ie, more than five seconds), the guy grumbled something like, "well, just find it and bring it to me" and stormed off. *grits teeth* Gods, that gave me a headache. Asshole. We're not fucking computers; we actually have to look for what we need. If he was so sure he knew where we should be looking, he should have done it himself. Sigh. The problem is, he and his secretary have gotten staff members fired in the past because the staff members didn't "work fast enough" or "weren't competent enough". He's one of the lawyers who holds considerable sway. Ray and I have never had our positions threatened, but we still walk on eggshells when dealing with people like that.
I really cannot stand these kinds of people. They love to tell other people what to do, and have no clue what those people do in order to make stuff happen. And they expect to have everything now now now. Ray sometimes jokes with me that if most of these lawyers were not with a firm and didn't have access to librarians and research people, they'd never know what to do. He wasn't smiling when he said it. *shakes head*
Lawyers are not bad people... it's just that what they do can sometimes twist things around in their heads. Blah.

Anyway. Thursday is my last day before I leave for the four day weekend vacation. Adam and I are probably going to pack up and head to Charlotte and Billy's either Thursday night or stupid-dark-thirty early Friday morning. Then we'll pile into whatever vehicle we'll be taking, and drive to Chincoteague. We'll come home late Sunday night or early Monday morning.
I am really looking forward to it. This time I'm going into the ocean for more than two minutes. Gotta face my fear head-on sometime, right?

Comments

[stainedpaper.livejournal.com]

i had a blood test done for hypoglycemia.. it came back negative. but i'm sure i have it. i get all the symptoms, and i feel fine after i eat. i just can't let myself get too hungry, because it makes me really sick. *shrug*

[brightrosefox.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I wonder if those tests aren't flawed. I had one, back in college, after I fainted in the cafeteria waiting in the sandwich line. It was negative. But I've always had all the symptoms, and if I don't eat for a while I get sick and very dizzy. Maybe it's not "true" hypoglycemia; something else? Who knows.

[stainedpaper.livejournal.com]

maybe it just isn't severe enough to show up on a blood test. before i had my blood drawn, i had to fast for seven hours over night, which is no problem.. except i always wake up hungry. so i ate a bunch before going to bed and starting the fast because i was paranoid that i'd wake up feeling sick and not be able to fall back asleep. so, when it was time for the blood test, i didn't even feel hungry. i think i screwed up the results by eating lots before bed. i don't know though. that's just my theory.

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

reactive hypoglycemia, which occurs within about 4 hours after eating and is relieved by food intake, can only be diagnosed by testing while you are having symptoms and then comparing those numbers to glucose levels after you eat. so if you were tested and not actually feeling hypoglycemic, it's not going to tell you anything.
keep in mind that a lot of people experience shakiness and diziness and headache and nausea, to some extent, if they go for more than about 4 hours with no caloric intake. this of course depends on how much glycogen and fat you have stored on you--the less you have, the less likely your body will be able to use it for fuel.
technically, we are ALL hypoglycemic to some extent. we need to eat to maintain cellular function. diagnosed hypoglycemia is often caused by a more serious underlying condition or a response to medication. otherwise, you're probably just not eating often enough.

[stainedpaper.livejournal.com]

oooh.. that makes a lot of sense.