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It's just past noon and I should probably be hungry. It would be convenient to be hungry now, since in twenty minutes I'm going to leave for an appointment and I'm not going to have another chance to eat lunch until two.
Instead, my stomach feels... not truly bad, but not quite right. It feels almost like stage fright: I'm jittery and almost nervous, I have too much energy but no focus, I want to get up and walk down the hall but I don't know where I'd be going or why, and I can't think. My breathing is shallow until I notice and take a few slow deep breaths; the next time I notice, it's faster and shallow again.
This must be what happens when I have chocolate cake.
I did scrape all the frosting off it. I'm not a complete idiot. And I didn't have much; I took a slice that would, if formed in a different shape, have been smaller than a donut.
This is awful.
Note to self: next time you think chocolate cake at 9:30 would be a spectacular way to have a healthy breakfast, go read this entry, 'kay? UGH.
Deep breaths. There ya go. Again; good. At least you didn't have caffeine. Things could be so much worse.
Instead, my stomach feels... not truly bad, but not quite right. It feels almost like stage fright: I'm jittery and almost nervous, I have too much energy but no focus, I want to get up and walk down the hall but I don't know where I'd be going or why, and I can't think. My breathing is shallow until I notice and take a few slow deep breaths; the next time I notice, it's faster and shallow again.
This must be what happens when I have chocolate cake.
I did scrape all the frosting off it. I'm not a complete idiot. And I didn't have much; I took a slice that would, if formed in a different shape, have been smaller than a donut.
This is awful.
Note to self: next time you think chocolate cake at 9:30 would be a spectacular way to have a healthy breakfast, go read this entry, 'kay? UGH.
Deep breaths. There ya go. Again; good. At least you didn't have caffeine. Things could be so much worse.
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"Hello, Poison Control Center? My idiot brain has made me ingest large quantities of sugar."
"Don't worry, ma'am, we get this kind of call all the time. How long ago did you eat it?"
"About two hours... I think..."
"OK, I need you to stay calm. Eat four ounces of a good sharp cheddar and drink at least two glasses of water. If the symptoms worsen to the point you can't dial a phone, induce vomiting and dial 911."
*sigh* Idiot brains.