Thirty Seven Fine

37. Thirty-seven, the number is so low I can hardly believe it. In fact, I should not be conscious. But here I am, unshaken and breathing calmly. I am laying down, true, in my bed. But I stand up, and I still feel steady. I gain access to my refrigerator and a soda. Additionally, there are dextrose tablets next to my bed. I feel fine again. But I never felt not fine. I felt drunk. But I had been drinking. I could have died with a little more carelessness. And yet I hadn't. How come I always feel death when my sugar is anything less than 80? Except tonight, after dinner? Maybe I should be drunk all the time. Maybe that would help keep my sugars low and my a1c below dangerous levels. Drink all the time. Health becomes a happy accident.