Yelp. In my 13 years (that I know) as a diabetic I had my first big FUCK. I passed out, busted my head and lost around 30 min.
I was waiting in line at Chick fil A wanting “yogurt”. feeling fine and focused. As I was leaving I started feeling really dizzy and light headed. I was by the vending machines so I would get a sprite. NONE of the f***er’s would take my f***king card. I panicked and tried to eat my yogurt but my hands were to Shakey and I dropped it. The rest I do not remember. I apparently fell on my head. Not sure how long I was there. The next thing I know is I’m in a chair being asked if I was okay. I said yes. He said “ you have yogurt all over yourself and you are missing a lens from your glasses. The campus cops were called. 4 people were involved. One of them knew I was diabetic so they got me sugar. It eventually leveled me out. They really pushed an ambulance but no. It amazing how many people heard the next day. It’s a bit embarrassing having something like that happen in public and the alternative would be being alone.
I don’t know what happened. My new device did not alert me. (Turns out I sort of screwed the pooch calibrating it so it was reading substantially off) I had a lump on my head, a hurt jaw and some broken pride. How many people saw me and what the hell was I doing. It was terrifying.
Saturday my date and I finally were able to eat at this new place called Urban Salt. We had been trying to go since March and the stars finally aligned. I had so much fun out with her. I mean, I laughed until my face hurt. I don’t know why we waited 2 months between our last date. Even if it goes no where serious, Mystery Girl # 4 and I have a lot of fun together. That’s what matters, right? She wouldn’t keep coming out with me if she wasn’t also having a good time. She is a busy woman but I’ll try and get her out with me sooner the next time.
En Fuego 