so anyone whose drank with me (should that say drunk with me?) knows that a) i don’t know my limit because b) my limit is different everytime and c) if i’m drinking-drinking, i will go too far, leaving me unhappy with my oh-so-drunkenness, with my head in my hands and my eyes clenched tight. this is why i don’t drink-drink often.
last night, i spontaneously got drunk. without drinking even a sip of the 40 of vodka in my freezer or the 26er of kalhua in my fridge. and it just kept lasting. I’ve been worried for over a month, now, that my hypoglycemia has progressed to full-blown diabetes and so, figured this spinny-dizzy-tingley dance i was feeling was symptomatic of it. so i ate. more.
i’ve been really eating for nearly four days straight. if it’s edible (especially salty or chocolatey), and i’m bored or even actually hungry, it’s going in my cake hole. the nearness of my period is not helping the binging…so, this is more concerning right? cuz like, why should my low blood sugar drop further, right after me eating?
oh. cuz it’s not my blood sugar at all that’s the problem. it’s labyrinthitis.
what’s that, you say? it’s when you’re inner ear fills with fluid and this fluid-filledness affects your balance. leading you to, say, fall off of your futon for no reason other than that you were opening a book.
yes, i fell off the couch.
anyways, it took about 20 minutes to leave our apartment to get it checked out after the descent from furniture because dressing z was more effort than usual (have you ever dressed a toddler when drunk?) and i wouldn’t carry her down the two flights of stairs for fear that i would drop her or faint or worse, fall down them, taking her with me. so how did we go down the stairs? with z holding my hand and the railing/wall and me sitting on each step and holding the railing/wall.
yes, she walked me down the stairs. and back up, afterwards.
my toddler is out-walking me. sigh. now, for more leftovers…
