flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
You’d think that any relatively sane person who gets hypoglycemic would be able to remember that eating is important, but I am the worst at that, possibly because of that ‘relatively sane’ descriptor, which does not so much describe me.
I lose my appetite really easily, I sometimes have trouble making myself eat, but I also just plain get busy and forget, especially on my days off. A work day has eating time built into it, but a day at my apartment/running errands is fluid, so I keep turning up for Browncoat shindigs at 2:00 in the afternoon with no food in my belly and needing to eat IMMEDIATELY so that I don’t get bitchy, weepy, and, eventually, passy-outy.
I might need a minder to put food in my face along with vetoing my Netflix queue.