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I wasn't drunk, I swear
Aug. 5th, 2007 11:06 pmI fell out of bed and whacked my leg on an errant piece of bedframe on the way down. Now I have the beginning of a truly spectacular 5"x3" bruise on my lower calf. I expect purples and greens and oranges in the next few days. Right now there is just a hint of blue under the swollen skin. But now at least my limping is evenly balanced between the right and left legs- it complements the bum ankle on the other side.
...
Friday night, walking home from yoga and errands, I came across a nondescript engineer pulling himself back up from the ground and clutching a lightpole. He was clearly drunk, but there was something else- a tremor, a twitch, I don't know- that made me turn back and ask him if he needed help.
No, no, he was fine. (Clearly not.)
Eventually it came out that he was hypoglycemic. Aha! I exclaimed. You're low. It was *that* that had caught my attention. I don't know why it is that some diabetics of my acquaintance *will* get drunk without monitoring their blood sugar, but I'd clearly been around it enough to internalize the signs.
Fortunately, he had sugar tabs on him, and I was able to convince him to take one while I bundled him into a cab. By the time we made it to his building, he was recovering enough to hold a semi-coherent conversation, and revert into mere drunkenness. He blurrily focused on me, and smiled a crooked charlie brown smile. "You're... really. hottt."
Ah, thank you. I appreciate the compliment, really. I abandoned him at his door, and finished walking home in the cooling night.
... It bothered me that no end of people wandering by seemed inclined to help *me* (I'd foolishly not worn a skirt over my stretch pants as I normally do), but he likely would have remained in a crumpled heap by the side of the street for hours without intervention. Ah, well.
...
As for the rest of the weekend, it was very nice. I wrestled the summer tires back on the turbo, hit the 65%-off sale at the Bethesda second story books (the store is sadly picked-over), did yoga, had an enjoyable Tryst, had a fine meal at Dino (they are running all of August as restaurant week, and despite the fact that I eschewed the RW format and just ordered small plates, they only charged us for the RW prices), and generally had a very good time. *And* I have another date on Wednesday.
I really should clean my apartment more often. Right now I feel quite cosy.
...
Friday night, walking home from yoga and errands, I came across a nondescript engineer pulling himself back up from the ground and clutching a lightpole. He was clearly drunk, but there was something else- a tremor, a twitch, I don't know- that made me turn back and ask him if he needed help.
No, no, he was fine. (Clearly not.)
Eventually it came out that he was hypoglycemic. Aha! I exclaimed. You're low. It was *that* that had caught my attention. I don't know why it is that some diabetics of my acquaintance *will* get drunk without monitoring their blood sugar, but I'd clearly been around it enough to internalize the signs.
Fortunately, he had sugar tabs on him, and I was able to convince him to take one while I bundled him into a cab. By the time we made it to his building, he was recovering enough to hold a semi-coherent conversation, and revert into mere drunkenness. He blurrily focused on me, and smiled a crooked charlie brown smile. "You're... really. hottt."
Ah, thank you. I appreciate the compliment, really. I abandoned him at his door, and finished walking home in the cooling night.
... It bothered me that no end of people wandering by seemed inclined to help *me* (I'd foolishly not worn a skirt over my stretch pants as I normally do), but he likely would have remained in a crumpled heap by the side of the street for hours without intervention. Ah, well.
...
As for the rest of the weekend, it was very nice. I wrestled the summer tires back on the turbo, hit the 65%-off sale at the Bethesda second story books (the store is sadly picked-over), did yoga, had an enjoyable Tryst, had a fine meal at Dino (they are running all of August as restaurant week, and despite the fact that I eschewed the RW format and just ordered small plates, they only charged us for the RW prices), and generally had a very good time. *And* I have another date on Wednesday.
I really should clean my apartment more often. Right now I feel quite cosy.
