Also spelled hypoglycaemia or hypoglycæmia.
It is a medical emergency that involves an abnormally diminished content of glucose in the blood. The term literally means "low sugar blood"
It can produce a variety of symptoms and effects but the principal problems arise from an inadequate supply of glucose to the brain, resulting in impairment of function (neuroglycopenia). Effects can range from mild dysphoria to more serious issues such as seizures, unconsciousness, and (rarely) permanent brain damage or death.
Less common in non-diabetic persons, but can occur at any age. Among the causes are excessive insulin produced in the body (hyperinsulinemia), inborn error of metabolism, medications and poisons, alcohol, hormone deficiencies, prolonged starvation (THIS IS LESS LIKELY THE CAUSE SINCE I ALWAYS EAT!), alterations of metabolism associated with infection, and organ failure.
It is often self-diagnosed and self-medicated orally by the ingestion of balanced meals.
And that is the definition copied from Wiki. I have no clue whatsoever to how this can even happen to me. It's so weird. I know I have been having low blood pressure since the appendicitis surgery, but what happened last Thursday was something I've never gotten for a very long time already.
So, I was looking into my desktop at work, when suddenly I couldn't breathe properly and my heart started beating really fast. I leaned back on my chair and took a few deep breaths. Didn't work, in fact it got harder to breathe. So, I swallowed big gulps of water thinking that it might help. Nope. I leaned back immediately after that because my vision started to blur and within seconds, blackout happened. I couldn't open my eyes because the pain on my head was so intense and my whole body sort of just jelly-ed. I couldn't even pick up my phone from the table. I remembered feeling SUCH DISCOMFORT that's beyond words all over my body that few minutes. Cold sweat all over me. My office is a very cold place (you would kinda know if you follow me on Twitter) and my sweat was dripping to my back from my short hair.
It's crazy because my colleague turned to me and saw that my face was pale white including my lips. I called Koay 7 times after I got the strength to dial. 7 times because he wasn't with this phone. Wahh. Stress okayy. I thought that I couldn't even walk to his car, that he had to come up and actually carry me. But, thank God I regained back some strength to walk to the lif and to his car. It's crazy. I thank god with my whole being that I'm feeling better now and that it happened. But there is no way that I want that to happen again. NO WAY.
Thank God for chairs. If not, I would have fallen on the ground and it would seem like a big drama thing. And thank God I wasn't out on sales call. I was supposed to drive to Prai but decided to go on Friday instead. In the end didn't go also because I was on MC and couldn't drive for the next couple of days. It's mad crazy.
Now, I'm taking Sangobion, to increase iron due to the low blood pressure and stuff. Other than that, I have to take breakfast. Now, this is the difficult part. I only eat breakfast on weekends or holidays usually. I'm just not a breakfast person. So far, i find it still torturing having to swallow food down my throst early in the morning. DIFFICULT.
So, that's roughly what kinda happened last week towards the weekend. Other than celebrating Koay's birthday. I wonder if he's starting to feel as old as I am.. I remembered when I celebrated my 23rd, I didn't want to celebrate my other upcoming birthdays. It feels so horrible. Makes me feel so old. Goodness. But still, I'm thanking God that I'm still a breathing creation today.
Gonna continue writing the bible now. Peace out :)