Late

I had a low sugar episode this morning. I had a terrible dream that my husband died and my low sugar made it seem real. When I finally opened my eyes I thought that I was dreaming that he was still alive. It was very strange.

Zach then said that I should get up. It was 15 minutes past the time I normally leave the house for work. I realized that I was having trouble seeing when I got out of bed, and then I started crying for no reason. Zach realized what was going on and went downstairs and brought me some juice. Ah, juice. It makes all the difference when my sugar is low.

It was a crazy way to start my day. However, it was the most interesting thing that happened today as well. Work was work, and then I came home.