I went out and put my son on the bus then got on the sarta bus to go to the store because I didn't want to walk there AND all the way home so I got my items then left. Well I remember telling the lady bye but I don't remember much else except that my legs kept feeling like they were turning to jelly and I was going to pass out then I just started falling down. So I fell about 6 times and this lady came out and offered to help and offered me a bag because I had pop and it broke when I fell down the last time and then she offered me a ride home. Well I couldn't remember where I lived so she tried to help me and eventually we ended up back on a street that I recognized and I remembered enough that she got me home....
I came in and realized that my blood had to be low so I ate some cake then realized that my wallet was missing so my neighbor took me to find it and the lady that gave the the ride came out of her house and told me that she found my wallet and I told her that I was diabetic and didn't want her to think I was some 7am drunk (because when I have that stuff happens it seems like I'm drunk) and she said that she was glad to know what was wrong and that she was glad I was ok and my friend took me back home.
Well I had slits in both legs of my jeans from falling (yup, my only pair of good jeans...totally ruined) and my knees were killing me so I went to look and it's horrible. Apparently that road isn't my friend :
Apparently walking with low blood sugar isn't my strong suit eh? I'm ok now but I just wanted to let you all know what happened. Scary to know that not only did I get so low I couldn't have gotten myself home alive but I also got into the car with a strange woman that I've never seen in my life. I guess I'm just lucky that she was a good lady!