Hyperglycaemia

The one and ONLY medical condition/illness I thought I’d never get, nor ever have to worry about getting would be this. Hyperglycemia (an alt. spelling which I like better is hyperglycaemia. What? It looks cool =/ Go check it out, it’s on the wikipedia page for this thing!), a medical condition where you have low glucose levels in your body. Hypoglycemia literally means ‘low body sugar’. So yeah, as I happen to LIVE off of all that is sugary and sweet, I was prettyyy confident that it wouldn’t be something I have to worry about.

(That and anorexia. Since I eat a LOOOT it seems silly that I’d ever get it.)

So guess what? I apparently have hyperglycemia -________-

Oh, come ON, we are talking about the girl that eats honey out of a BOWL in winter?! How could I possibly have something that indicates I have low levels of glucose/sugar in my blood at ANY given time?!

And now, to tell the tale of my two episodes of hyperglycemia so far. Not chronologically,becuase, pshaw, that’s too expected. And since I had one just about an hour ago, and since the first ones much more mysterious =/

(ooooh, mysteryyy~ Despite the fact that this is a perfectly serious situation~~)

Ok, so I had breakfast around 8 am (mhmm, I WAS awake that early during the holidays =O This one and only time…), and my mom made me breakfast. Just a normal Omle du Fwamage (Cheese Omelette!! Dexter’s Labohratoryy) and some orange juice. I chilled then, watching Toradora! (I was sick yesterday, and started it for no particular reason. Yay.) until like 1 pm. That’s when I should’ve had lunch. Buuut I was suuper sleepy, so I took a nap. I wake up at 3 pm, refuse to get outof bed cuz it’s cold, and finally, around 4 pm, my mom calls me to her room. I get out of bed- mind you, that’s EIGHT damn hours without food, so justified, um, this bit..- I get out of bed, and proceed to walk the short walk to my door, and on the way there, fall, trip, whatever, and I find my self flat on the ground, the hard, cold tiled ground, having hurt both my knee caps, chin, and hips. Y’Ouwwwch.

Aaaand then I proceed to crawl onto my bed and groan in agony for approximately half a minute, with but a few tears escaping, and lastly, stagger into my mother’s room to tell her this same tale.

The scariest thing is- I don’t remember falling. Having blanks in my memory is so utterly TERRIFYING. I just…find myself, lying there, and hurting. I don’t remember the fall, or how it even happens…it  just does. And then I try to think back as to how it happened- try to rewind it in my head- and Brian the brain fails me once more =( cuz all I draw is a constant and repetitive blank. And the not remembering…it’s much scarier than actually collapsing or tripping or whatever it is that I’m doing.

Now, the first episode- le Mysterious one…

I was sitting on my red sofa couch thang, and it was late at night, and I was sleepy. I got up, put some braclettes I’d made away (they were on the floor) and then, I stretched. Typical just-got-up-in-the-morning stretch. Standing, arms stretching straight up, above my head. Insue sudden overwhelming dizziness. You know that kinda purplish yellowish green you see if you stare at a light bulb for too long, then look away, and blink? That kinda purpleish green spots appeared everywhere, clouding my vision, and the Mint Chutney was only a tad freaked, but theeeen, I don’t know what happens next. But I know it ends with me opening my eyes, having crashed next to the radiator, my shoulder having taken the hit, and it huuurting.

Scary stuff about this one- I saw those spots. I don’t remember the fall, but I remember a vague feeling of having been doing ballet spins before I fell (and once more, Brian the Brain fails at his job -.- ) and a vague feeling of falling. Like, the wind whooshing past me as I fell…But I was standing, not on top of a building, so whooshing wind doesn’t even make any sense =/ I don’t know, but that’s that. Another terribly terrifying thing would be this- I had no idea how long I was out on the floor. It felt like only 45 seconds, but…I don’t know. And that scares me. A lot.

And now for no apparent reason, I recall that I wanted to join Pottermore some time when I finished liking the HP series and rereading all of it. Which would’ve been sometime near august maybe..? I don’t know, but Imma do it now.

I’m sick, remember? I do many strange and weird and seemingly random things for no apparent reason when I’m sick. Get used to it.

Well, Ciao then!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
Imma also stuff mah face full of oreos to prevent this from ever happening again >w<

^Yes, my Bio teacher actually said the nation lost a great doctor when she found out that I wasn’t taking Bio in A-levels. Mhmm, I would’ve made a great one for sure. I already know what I’d have painted on moi door…
“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way~!”

 

 

Ze OneYear Mark~

Sooo apparently i was notified by WordPress itself that today my blog/wall i talk to/journal for future me to read is one year old! and hence has reached Ze One Year Mark! ^_^ Huzzaah~!

Sooo i dont know what im supposed to be doing here…something about how great its been, how i love my (nonexistent-) readers, and love wordpress as a whole, i guess =3

tralalala~

im pretty satisfied with how much ive recorded here, and so glad i didnt give up on this blog, cuz at some point last year, after the summer break, i totally disappeared. im glad i picked up the ball again, otherwise i wouldve regretted it ^_^

my motto is to do what you wont regret, and never walk away from somthing if youre gonna regret it later. i hate regret. a most terrible emotion indeed =P

and and, i actually am surprised at how ive come across other blogs and people and ideas and perspectives and commplements by starting this blog..

(small shout out to mudkipsandrainbows.wordpress.com =) )

But seriously, i like my blog ^_^ and in honour of this anniversary and it being all summerifically wonderful im gonna change my theme to my initial/original artsy summery fun and colorful one =D

So to keeping this Internet Journal going, hope all keep reading =3 if i have any readers, that is (dont get ahead of yourself, wattson….)

To having fun, and bringing more, to recording the past and traveling to the future, to slaying Math the Dragon of Evil in my dreams, and to smiling and laughing whenever i read this craziness,

Just Add Some Sugar to that Mocha.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson
the I is for Irish. 

ps. the anniversary was on the 11th of June, but due to reasons i have already explained and apologized for, this gets posted now.

The Retarded Effects of Coffee

I should have you know what the hell coffee does to a crazy, already hyper person like me.

first of all, the TEMPERATURE of the coffee is an insanely important factor in figuring out whats about to happen.

if its hot/warm coffee:
then its still too hot. i can NEVER have hot coffee. not even warm coffee. i have warmish semi lukewarm coffee. and it makes it impossible for me to sleep. i admit, i dont have coffee regularly or even often, but i really do love it. and cuz i dont have it often, i dont get a caffine buzz. but i still cant sleep. and sometimes, i get suuuper hyper. but not high. oh no. thats for other occasions like math class or when im sick..(more on that later =P )

and now for when i have cold coffee…

it sorta depends. if its the frothy milkshake type thing than i get hyper. and a bit more crazy than usual. dont give me frothy milkshake like cold coffee (especially one already loaded with sugar. not even one thats sugar free. cuz ill just end up adding a TON of sugar to it and then get even more…uncontrollable.) if you value any peace, tranquility, or if you have a terrible aversion to kids. just imagine 7  three year olds running around you, pulling your hair and tugging on the hem of your shirt, yelling at the top of their lungs. if that imagery doesnt please you then dont give me this kind of coffee. or else. you have been warned 😉 well, that image isnt entirely appropriate. First off, i am taller than them. and i have longer lung capacity to yell with. i can also run faster. and forget tugging at you-what good is that anyways? unless i need you to take me to the bathroom-ill just pick pocket you. …and possibly place those stolen goods in other peoples bags, hands, pockets, etc. so yeaaaah.

Nescafe Cold Coffee.

tastes just so freaking good. yuuuummmm. love the stuff. but it makes me shit sleepy. the first time i had it, i fell asleep exactly where i was. which was the floor of my room. i woke up two hours later with a pins and needles feeling on my entire right arm which, at the time, was my pillow. sooo…. yeah, sleepy =P

i actually had a sip of some today, and now i feel like im about to drop dead. just this one super tiny teeniest of teeny tiny sips. and still…

ok, now i just gotta mention the bribery thing, and im off to bed soon =)