A bad night

I ran and walked 4 1/2 miles with the Hash today. My left heel hurts.

I woke up at about 4:45 a.m., seated upright in jeans and a sweater, with my lap soaked in Fresca. Among the universal components of hypoglycemia is an impairment of cognitive skills, so I did not at first recognize my trouble. Instinct takes command and usually compels me to walk or crawl to my refrigerator, but not this time. I knew I had to urinate, and as I sat on the commode, decided to eat Girl Scout cookies from a box in my back bedroom. I fell at least once getting to the cookies, ate four, and climbed into bed. I was very cold, shivering, but my bedding failed to warm me. I headed for a hot tub of water, fell a time or two more, knelt beside the bathtub and tried to put the stopper over the drain. Reason trickled through me with the cookies, and I thought, "Okay, be careful. You could kill yourself trying to take this fucking bath." Comfort returned as I lay in the warmth. I drained the water, used a towel to dry as I sat, and with one hand on the wall, used the other to wrap the towel around me. I couldn't tie it, instead held it as I walked against the walls and doors and bookcases to a bottle of milk. I slept until 9:30, when I gauged the damage. I have slight abrasions on my left shoulder, a bruise and abrasion on my right forearm, and my left heel and elbow are bruised.

Good things are that my house was undamaged, and I did not lose my glasses.

I let the cats out. I washed a load of clothes, and went to Fort Roots to hit a bucket of golf balls. Then I watched some football, showered, and drove to Hash. I felt fine running, except for my heel. But I'm sure the bruise is not deep, and think it will be fine in a few days.