Boobie sandwich
Mar. 24th, 2006 10:12 amMade ya look!
Had a mammogram yesterday. For the uninitiated (which may include some of my male friends), it involves having one's breast flattened between two plates of glass -- making what one health writer (not me, for a change) once described as a "breast sandwich." Not fun.
But necessary. Because now I've been advised to schedule a biopsy.
The day had been glorious -- finally felt like spring. The sun was setting as I drove home from the doctor's office. Unnerved as I was by the turn of events, I could not help but admire the colors (pink! like the Breast Cancer ribbon!) it cast on the clouds. And when I pulled into the driveway, I was greeted by the sight of my three horses cavorting in the paddock, leaping, bucking, and chasing each other around in play. this was also beautiful to see -- and cheering in another way, as Little Boy, the pony I'd told![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
darkhorseman I was worried about, was trotting and cantering as merrily as the rest -- so I guess he was just a little stiff from arthritis last week. He seemed perfectly fit last night!
At 4 a.m., I woke up and my blood sugar was low. I treated it with orange juice, and let out a cat. The next thing I know, I'm having the weirdest dream . . . but it wasn't a dream. I'd overslept, and when my alarm went off, didn't turn it off. My husband came into the room and found me unresponsive from very low blood sugar. He almost called an ambulance, but managed to get some more orange juice into me. The weird dream was him trying to do this, and me not really being sure who he was or what was going on. I've only had a "low" like this two other times.... He said I resisted the juice, and even hit him in the face (I have no memory of that). He thinks the mental/emotional stress of the biopsy issue may have triggered the hypoglycemia. That would be odd, since stress usually raises my blood sugar. But I know in theory, stress can lower it also. My mother would go low when she was stressed out.
The good news is that my kid had already left for school, so she didn't have to witness any of this.
I don't know how low my blood sugar actually was, but it must have been really down there, because two hours later, I'm still chilled to the bone. I'm going to chug some more coffee and try to warm up in a shower.
Had a mammogram yesterday. For the uninitiated (which may include some of my male friends), it involves having one's breast flattened between two plates of glass -- making what one health writer (not me, for a change) once described as a "breast sandwich." Not fun.
But necessary. Because now I've been advised to schedule a biopsy.
The day had been glorious -- finally felt like spring. The sun was setting as I drove home from the doctor's office. Unnerved as I was by the turn of events, I could not help but admire the colors (pink! like the Breast Cancer ribbon!) it cast on the clouds. And when I pulled into the driveway, I was greeted by the sight of my three horses cavorting in the paddock, leaping, bucking, and chasing each other around in play. this was also beautiful to see -- and cheering in another way, as Little Boy, the pony I'd told
darkhorseman I was worried about, was trotting and cantering as merrily as the rest -- so I guess he was just a little stiff from arthritis last week. He seemed perfectly fit last night!At 4 a.m., I woke up and my blood sugar was low. I treated it with orange juice, and let out a cat. The next thing I know, I'm having the weirdest dream . . . but it wasn't a dream. I'd overslept, and when my alarm went off, didn't turn it off. My husband came into the room and found me unresponsive from very low blood sugar. He almost called an ambulance, but managed to get some more orange juice into me. The weird dream was him trying to do this, and me not really being sure who he was or what was going on. I've only had a "low" like this two other times.... He said I resisted the juice, and even hit him in the face (I have no memory of that). He thinks the mental/emotional stress of the biopsy issue may have triggered the hypoglycemia. That would be odd, since stress usually raises my blood sugar. But I know in theory, stress can lower it also. My mother would go low when she was stressed out.
The good news is that my kid had already left for school, so she didn't have to witness any of this.
I don't know how low my blood sugar actually was, but it must have been really down there, because two hours later, I'm still chilled to the bone. I'm going to chug some more coffee and try to warm up in a shower.
