Lamont D
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- Type of diabetes
- Reactive hypoglycemia
- Treatment type
- I do not have diabetes
6.8 back in the 6's yay!
But, that is not what I thought it would be, a bad night, weird dream and only about five hours sleep, it that, I'm cold, can't get warm, usually in t shirt and shorts, but fully clothed this morning. Don't know if I'm shivering or the essential shaking as normal. Looking at thermometer in garden, not going to get any heat at all, even though the sun is shining in a clear sky. No rain for over a day. Why not? Ha!
The dream was a recurrence of past stories from my list of what my subconscious wants to show me.
Why? I don't know.
I have my theories, but that is my weirdness coming through.
The dream starts always with shades of grey/ yellow ish. Movement together in a organised way of forward, dust covering my feet, hot and sweaty my feet are very sore. Then it changes to scrabbling around on the ground that seems higher. Turns dark and I'm lying down looking at the sky, I think, above. Then waves of dark blue come towards me and I start firing at the blue with a gun, I can't shoot enough, the panic rises, the urge to run but nowhere to go. The noise is deafening. Then a weight pushes me back into the floor, pain in my left arm and lower left side.
Excruciating pain erupts in my upper arm, I get away after hitting the weight pushing against me.. I fall over and the dream ends.
I awake sweating and writhing, shaking, can't lift my left arm, struggle to dress. A new rash on my bicep, shooting burning itch, which is into my bone. I look into the mirror, as my lower back is sore and a new bruise is colouring, a bit of a swelling, I sit back on the bed, need to use toilet, I'm still hot and unsteady going the toilet, holding onto the wall.
Mrs L is still asleep, and not aware this time about the dream. I have woken her before. Unintentionally obviously. And found myself on the floor, but with the restrictive bars, stopping Mrs L from falling out. It is stopping me as well.
It is at least fifteen minutes till I can stop shaking enough to get down to the kitchen, put kettle on and have a cuppa.
Not the first time, not the last! All in full Technicolor and (probably) Dolby stereo!I
Mrs L has a better evening and talked about the grandkids. I think the more rest she gets, the more it helps.
A quiet day watching footie and such. Maybe a nap, few chores to do. But nowt urgent. Quick salad later.
I am tired!
My best wishes to you all as always!
But, that is not what I thought it would be, a bad night, weird dream and only about five hours sleep, it that, I'm cold, can't get warm, usually in t shirt and shorts, but fully clothed this morning. Don't know if I'm shivering or the essential shaking as normal. Looking at thermometer in garden, not going to get any heat at all, even though the sun is shining in a clear sky. No rain for over a day. Why not? Ha!
The dream was a recurrence of past stories from my list of what my subconscious wants to show me.
Why? I don't know.
I have my theories, but that is my weirdness coming through.
The dream starts always with shades of grey/ yellow ish. Movement together in a organised way of forward, dust covering my feet, hot and sweaty my feet are very sore. Then it changes to scrabbling around on the ground that seems higher. Turns dark and I'm lying down looking at the sky, I think, above. Then waves of dark blue come towards me and I start firing at the blue with a gun, I can't shoot enough, the panic rises, the urge to run but nowhere to go. The noise is deafening. Then a weight pushes me back into the floor, pain in my left arm and lower left side.
Excruciating pain erupts in my upper arm, I get away after hitting the weight pushing against me.. I fall over and the dream ends.
I awake sweating and writhing, shaking, can't lift my left arm, struggle to dress. A new rash on my bicep, shooting burning itch, which is into my bone. I look into the mirror, as my lower back is sore and a new bruise is colouring, a bit of a swelling, I sit back on the bed, need to use toilet, I'm still hot and unsteady going the toilet, holding onto the wall.
Mrs L is still asleep, and not aware this time about the dream. I have woken her before. Unintentionally obviously. And found myself on the floor, but with the restrictive bars, stopping Mrs L from falling out. It is stopping me as well.
It is at least fifteen minutes till I can stop shaking enough to get down to the kitchen, put kettle on and have a cuppa.
Not the first time, not the last! All in full Technicolor and (probably) Dolby stereo!I
Mrs L has a better evening and talked about the grandkids. I think the more rest she gets, the more it helps.
A quiet day watching footie and such. Maybe a nap, few chores to do. But nowt urgent. Quick salad later.
I am tired!
My best wishes to you all as always!