OK, well, it didn’t quite take me another fifteen years to figure out that I was being just a bit melodramatic when I wrote this. In fact, looking carefully, I realize that I did not start preparing dinner until after 10:14 PM that evening. Tired + hungry = idiot.
I’ve never been diagnosed as hypoglycemic, but like most folks, I get cranky when I’m hungry. I need to eat something approximately every five hours or I enter “Panico the Clown” mode, and despair is the word of the day. But when I return to myself: I am a balloon, not a brick, and I will not be held down for long.
Mir has a beautiful Love Thursday post today in which she talks about the triumph of hope over experience. Today I am praying to let that be me. I also plan to order a large amount of Pad Thai for dinner tonight.
I debated removing the earlier post, but I decided to let it stand. Mister Hyde is a part of me, after all, and he deserves to be heard, if only to remind me to take better care of myself.
I know it’s now June and I’m posting a note here that you may never get, but I wanted you to know that I suffer from that exact same hypoglycemia, and both of my daughters do, too. I can only hope that by teaching them to manage it better than *I* do, maybe they can avoid, say, eloping with some really mean accountant and might just eat a cracker instead. I actually wrote a little bit about this in a column a few years back (it’s not one of my best so if you don’t get this and never follow the link, you won’t have missed anything.) http://www.sothethingis.com/Personal%20Cards.htm
Barb
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Keep the Pop*Tarts handy. 😉