Tuesday, August 17, 2010

a state of confusion

I was all geared up to have a great (and relatively pain-free day), got up and showered and I even had one of my infamous "lists" all ready to go.  Then my body decided IT wanted to drive for a while, by 11am I was curled up in a ball back in bed.  Stupid pancreas and evil pseudocyct foiled me again! 

I had plans to run a very boring errand for my husband today and get the dog "legal" in the state of Hawaii... I laid out the necessary paperwork, which included the dog's life story bound in the wonders of black vinyl - all ready to go.  When I stumbled out of bed at 4pm, I felt like I did back in the days of being hospitalized in April-May, woosy, sweaty, stumbly (yes, I think that is a word)... I was a bit suprised that Scott wasn't home yet.  I needed ICE CREAM!  (my glucose was at 71) After four spoonfuls of delicious chocolate chip cookie dough, Scott came home.

As always - I was happy to see him and I even met him at the door, just in time to see him grab the black vinyl Book of Bear (our dog) off the front passenger seat.  Immediately my head started spinning - "wait - how did you get that? I was..." I turned to look where I had assembled all of the paperwork and... it was gone.  At this point Scott breezed by me and I was left litterally spinning around, lost balance and almost completely lost all touch with reality.  Scott, of course found this amusing and continued on with his pace. "I had a bad day" I said, to which he replied "Yeah - I kinda figured that when I noticed you were passed out, so I grabbed the paperwork and just took care of it." Me, still not even ON the brain-train said "wait - you took care of it? already?" half out of disappointment that I couldn't even do one helpful thing today and half out of glee that it was done!

I'm left wondering why my body turned on me - as I wonder a lot these days.  Ever since my pancreatitis that was caused by wayward gallstones in late March things have been a little more than strange. I can't tell if the state of confusion today was because of the low blood sugar caused by the diabetes - or the continuing pancreas excitement - but whatever the cause, it was far less fun than a dizzying ride at the fair.

Bear