Anyway, two weeks ago, I blacked out on the stairs, and luckily grabbed onto the railing before I fell down. That's when I decided to visit the doctor! How scary to have that happen while taking care of the Zombie Elf (4) and Doctor Jones (3).
Only a couple of people have known about this. It's not something I wanted to shout from the rooftops. . . . Comprende?
I guess I have hypoglycemia.
After these "episodes"--when I'd apparently not eaten the right things--I joked telling Cade, it's a good thing I wrote memoirs, because at this rate, I'm just losing my mind and my memories. Was it Alzheimer's? Adult onset autism? A brain tumor? This is
Anyway, this isn't a huge problem now. I'm excited to meet with the dietician and make a plan. This is better than a tumor, really.
I hope all of you are doing great. When things settle down with my health everything should go back to normal.
Here's a video of my last signing. It kinda cracks me up because, looking back, I always eat the same things before a signing/playing gig. I always feel better. Now I know why! Maybe my brain has been trying to tell me something subconsciously LOL!