this is a bad thing, right?

[brightrosefox]

So the highlight of this annoying day has been--and still is--my unexpected fall into hypoglycemic shock just an hour ago, right after I ate three slices of pizza, a bag of Wheat Thins, a Snickers bar, and a bottle of "vitamin water" with extra potassium. Spent two minutes trying to find my pulse while a secretary who was in the lunch room with me asked if I was okay because my skin was chalk white, as were my lips, and said lips were outlined in blue. So I calmly told her that while it takes twenty minutes for food to start processing in the body, the body can still ignore it and go into shock, which was what was happening. So I drank some fruit punch from the vending machine. The feeling of unreality, of floating, was still there but not as severe. I put my head down, grabbed my ankles, and let the blood rush to my head for thirty seconds. Nope, still woozy. I came back to my desk at the library, and Ray told me to go across the street to CVS and get myself some orange juice. I got a bottle of Tropicana, plus a pack of Ensure, a bottle of chocolate milk, and trail mix with nuts, raisins, and M&M's. Still feeling floaty and disconnected, and it's been an hour. I told Roberta (the secretary) that I've never had to go to the hospital and I'm not about to start, but I'm starting to get a teeny bit concerned if I don't come back to the world soon. Hypoglycemic shock shouldn't last this long. I even had a spoonful of sugar, literally. Oh well. It won't kill me. It's just annoying, because now I can't concetrate, and I'm supposed to be doing interlibrary loans soon. Wait, I'm starting to feel a little better. *checks pulse* Over 100. Eh, better than nothing. At least I've stopped feeling like I'm going to fall down and pass out. I'm gonna drink more OJ and wait a few more minutes. Still feeling disconnected.

Why, may you ask, am I sitting here typing in LJ if I can't seem to pull my brain together? Because typing is pure autopilot, and having to look up book titles and then call in for interlibrary loans and actually carry on conversations is not. I have to think. And right now there's this little sharp pain in the right side of my head that's preventing me from doing that coherently. Writing all this down is giving me a sort of mental coherence because my fingers are working on their own. Although I will admit that I am a little unnerved by this. Stupid nom-registering digestive system. Bleh.