Sometimes You Have to Laugh

Lately I keep writing and tweeting about how tired I am. It’s true. I am. Always it seems. Last night was no exception.
I had the chance to go to bed early so I took it. By 10 o’clock I hit the hay and fell promptly asleep.
It was like a sauna. I was tossing and turning. I kicked off my covers on to my wife to cool off! Ugh, then I started sweating horribly which finally forced me to wake up. I checked my blood and saw I was at 53 but it was 12:30. Jasmine made me a PB & J to keep me from dropping through the night.
I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the sandwich and was swaying back and forth. When I heard my wife walked in I was laying down again, which I do not remember doing. I sat up and she handed me the sandwich (really what would I do without her?). It was weird because it was freezing. I mean, so cold I knew there would be no way I could eat it.
I saw the paper plate with the sandwich in my hand but I could not pick it up. I was looking at it, trying to pick it up to eat it but still feeling how cold it was. It was the most confusing thing I have ever had happen to me.
My left hand was holding the paper plate with the sandwich and my right hand was touching this cold sandwich but I could not lift it. It was at this point that I realized I had my hand on a diet soda that I asked Jasmine to bring for me to wash the sandwich down.
I started laughing hysterically.
“What?” My wife was half asleep too and had no clue what the heck I was cracking up about. How could I explain it?
“Nothing. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Thanks.”
It was so funny for some reason. Probably not the time to laugh your butt off but you know this disease can catch us off guard which can be funny.
Have you ever had a low or a moment that cracked you up like this? I have been disoriented before but this was a new level.
Let me know. I would love to laugh too.
Laughter is good medicine.