as much as i love orange juice,
i love my sleep more.
if y'all missed it, i am afflicted with the type 1 diabeetus.
most of the time, i deal.
but what sucks is the middle-of-the-night-lows.
usually i have whack ass dreams that i am eating gross shit when i'm low in my sleep - like sweaty cheese that's been on a platter too long, or slushies that taste like what i imagine slop to taste like.
seriously, haven't had a slushie or any kind of icy treat in years because of said dream.
when my blood sugar drops below 60ish in my sleep ...
1) i wake up knowin' that if i don't hurry up and get some carbs i am goin' to black the eff out for maybe forever, but my bed is still super comfy and i don't want to get out
2) i worry i may fall down the steps
3) i am now hungry because i am awake
4) i know that i'm bout to take another eternity to fall back asleep, and when i do, weird ass dreams are sure to follow.
but - since i don't want to go into a coma,
i get up.
and drag myself down the stairs to the kitchen.
sometimes, i am so low that it feels like the house is about 110 degrees. this makes me panic, because i know that is just how low i actually am. so i drink faster. and way too much. and i shovel in truckloads of peanuts at the same time.
God, i love me some salty peanuts with some orange juice.
so, even though it only takes about 25g of carbs to correct this madness, i end up consuming like 70g of carbs. and about 300 calories that i didn't need. and however many grams of fat from the damn peanuts.
because, like i said, when i am deliriously low, i am also ravenous.
in my mind, i know that i don't need that many carbs. but still, you know, the panic.
and this is why i have love handles.
well, this and the red bridge.
and the ranch.
and the fries.
at least i wake up though.
because anj pie sho as hell ain't goin' to, bless his heart. i mean, he thinks he will. he responds when i yell, "ANJ! I NEED SOME JUICE!"
* rolls over and keeps on snorin'*
but, to fix that, i sat me one of those ring-bell-for-service bells on my nightstand, just for those nights when i seriously feel like i might not make it down the steps in one piece.
i promised to only use it during emergencies.
i don't wanna be the girl who cried wolf, you know.