Daily Log 1/27/10

I was feeling fine until about 8 or 830 pm. I had had dinner at Chick-Fil-A before that (6 nuggets, 1/2 large fry, large Coke). Around 8/830, I had just returned from walking my dog and was making lunch for the next day. I started feeling light headed and shaky. I finished with the cereal, put my tupperware away, and made a glass of chocolate milk. I had to sit down to drink it because clutching the counter wasn't efficiently keeping me upright. I could barely muster the strength to pull the chair out, and I kind of fell into it. Ruth came in as I was washing the glass, and instantly realized I wasn't looking right. I told her I was fine and that I just needed the sugar and/or protein of the milk kick in. She knocked on Mom's door as I went into my room with the intent to lay on my bed. I made it into the doorway and folded up onto the floor. I couldn't keep much thought. Mom came in and said I was pale and very shaky. I couldn't find much to say, nor do I remember what I said. I had to pull hard on the hand she offered me to stand myself up. I shuffled back to the kitchen and flopped back into the chair. I put my head down and suddenly was nowhere at all. I knew that I was sitting, and Mom was shuffling around looking for juice or something, and talking to Ruth, though I could not comprehend the words. Their voices were very distant, and a second felt like an hour. I could not feel the carpet, table or chair. My hands were cold and my body was sweaty. Mom finally got me a bottle of water and two Fetrin. After 20 minutes, I was told I was looking better and shaking less. I could focus and talk.