Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend I certainly did !
Now on to the perplexing stuff....
The Friday night before we left we had been at friends and decided to get pizza on the way home for supper. Not a great choice I know but it's not often. Over the past couple of years I've pretty much quit eating it because of my stomach but felt since I mostly had that under control that I could handle it. Was I wrong. It wasn't long after that I was sitting in my chair and started having this conversation with myself.
I said "self, you're not feeling so hot" self said "yeah I noticed". I was being overcome with a nauseated feeling and the feeling that I was going to pass out. So I sat there a few minutes waiting for it to pass and self said "check your sugar". I did and it was just fine, 119. That wasn't the problem. After a few minutes and the feeling getting worse and worse I decided I was going to quietly slip off to bed and lie down. I thought I could make it. I got up and made it as far as the bottom of the stairs and knew I was in trouble. I wasn't going to make it upstairs and I steadied myself on the door frame for what I knew was coming and down I went. The ol' man heard me hit the floor and was by my side right away. I kept having wave after wave of passing out and it took about 30 mins before I could actually get up and then he helped me to bed and I drifted off to sleep and it was over. He checked my sugar again while I was on the floor and it was still ok 112 at that time. (I got a real good butt chewing the next day for not saying anything when I'm feeling like that).
Now upon thinking back I realized this had happened before. Last time I ate pizza I got really nauseated and felt like I was going to pass out but that time it passed with no incident. The time before that, a little over a year ago I had a episode like this last one only that time I gave myself a pretty good concussion when I passed out and did a header in to the door jam, I was trying to make it to bed that time as well. All these episodes have one thing in common....pizza.
What could it be about that particular food that gives me such a knee jerk reaction? The ol' man thinks maybe I'm having a reaction to the yeast in the dough? It's the only thing we can come up with.
Now on to the perplexing stuff....
The Friday night before we left we had been at friends and decided to get pizza on the way home for supper. Not a great choice I know but it's not often. Over the past couple of years I've pretty much quit eating it because of my stomach but felt since I mostly had that under control that I could handle it. Was I wrong. It wasn't long after that I was sitting in my chair and started having this conversation with myself.
I said "self, you're not feeling so hot" self said "yeah I noticed". I was being overcome with a nauseated feeling and the feeling that I was going to pass out. So I sat there a few minutes waiting for it to pass and self said "check your sugar". I did and it was just fine, 119. That wasn't the problem. After a few minutes and the feeling getting worse and worse I decided I was going to quietly slip off to bed and lie down. I thought I could make it. I got up and made it as far as the bottom of the stairs and knew I was in trouble. I wasn't going to make it upstairs and I steadied myself on the door frame for what I knew was coming and down I went. The ol' man heard me hit the floor and was by my side right away. I kept having wave after wave of passing out and it took about 30 mins before I could actually get up and then he helped me to bed and I drifted off to sleep and it was over. He checked my sugar again while I was on the floor and it was still ok 112 at that time. (I got a real good butt chewing the next day for not saying anything when I'm feeling like that).
Now upon thinking back I realized this had happened before. Last time I ate pizza I got really nauseated and felt like I was going to pass out but that time it passed with no incident. The time before that, a little over a year ago I had a episode like this last one only that time I gave myself a pretty good concussion when I passed out and did a header in to the door jam, I was trying to make it to bed that time as well. All these episodes have one thing in common....pizza.
What could it be about that particular food that gives me such a knee jerk reaction? The ol' man thinks maybe I'm having a reaction to the yeast in the dough? It's the only thing we can come up with.