You Knew It Was Coming.

Of course I have to write a blog post about almost dying.  I pretty much said everything about it on Facebook, but I am going to write about it here, too.

I almost died, you guys!  At first I thought it was kind of funny, like, haha, I totally could have died but I did not die.

Then I thought about it, and I COULD HAVE LITERALLY DIED.

You see, what happened was my blood sugar went really low while I was asleep.  In 25 years of being Diabetic, I have woken up when this happens.  Every time I woke up.  Never have I not woken up.  Usually I start having a nightmare about blood sugar levels, and then I wake up sweaty and I know my blood sugar is low.  I kind of considered it my super power – in 25 years I have never passed out or needed medical assistance because of my blood sugar.

This time, I did not wake up.  There was also zero reason my blood sugar should have dropped that low in the first place (it was about 20).  ALSO – my blood sugar has been lower than that and I have been conscious.  My mom randomly decided to look in my room at 6am and tell me to turn over because I was snoring weirdly.  My mom is never up at 6am.  She also does not usually come into my room.  She tried to wake me up, and then my dad tried, and I did not wake up.

As far as I knew, I was asleep and not dreaming.  Then I started having really weird dreams about people standing over my bed looking at me.  In the dream, it wasn’t anyone I knew, it was strange men.  Then I actually woke up, and the men were really there, they weren’t a dream at all.  And I had an IV in my arm.  And my parents were there looking paler than anyone I have ever seen.  And my first thought was that my blood sugar was low and this wasn’t really happening.

Here is the thing about low blood sugar – and I have written about this before – when it is low, it seems like your body and face are not connected to the rest of you.  Like you are watching someone else sweat and eat three bowls of cereal, but it is not actually you.  You can stare at someone right in front of you, and you hear them like they are under water and you aren’t really sure if they are there or not.

So I wake up, and I was 99% sure they were not really there, but they were.  So I said “Oh my gosh, I thought you were in my dream but you’re really here”.  Surreal does not even begin to describe waking up to people in your room.  I didn’t have my glasses on, so that made it even more weird.  One of the EMT guys said something like “It’s not every day you wake up to guys as cute as us in your room” and I said “Where are my glasses so I can see how cute you are?” and someone handed me my glasses.  They were cute.  And I was wearing my CLASSIEST pajamas – a wife beater tank top and shorts.  The last time I shaved my legs was 2012.  I was also probably drooling, but I don’t know that for sure.

30 minutes later, the EMTs are gone, I’m eating peanut butter toast, and I realized my cat has not made an appearance.  I was positive he was in the house because he is not inclined to run outside, but we didn’t know if he got so scared, he just ran out with the EMTs, or what.  So my parents scoured the neighborhood…and found a random black cat. I stayed in the house eating my toast and shaking a bag of treats and searching every corner.  TWO HOURS later, Mr. Meow Meow came downstairs.  I have no idea where he could have been.

But anyway – I could be dead right now and that is a weird thing to think.  If I were, I am happy to report it would have been painless and I would not have known anything happened.  The shock was waking up, not NOT waking up.  So here’s to dying in your sleep, but also, I do not want to die!  That is not something that should happen yet.  If my mom didn’t randomly stop by my room, I would never have woken up.  If I lived alone, boom, dead.  This is why I will never live alone – I must marry a gay man.

So that is my story.  You’ve all heard it at this point, but now I have written it in my blog, so that means it officially really happened.

Here is a picture of Jenna holding a pile of kittens.

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Here is a picture of Mr. Meow Meow.

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Darcymon Go.

I have never Pokemon’ed in my life, but I am addicted to Pokemon Go.  Everyone else is, why shouldn’t I?

I purposely went to a park and walked. It was actually really horrible, there were mosquitoes and every one of them bit me, and some went inside my ear and buzzed.  I met a lot of geese who seemed very unafraid of me, I stood very close to them and they just looked at me.  They did not let me pet them, that made them honk at me.

There were other people in the park Pokemoning as well.  I walked past them and we looked at each other’s phones and nodded at each other.  There were also people who were not Pokemoning, they were just regular walking.  And a lady and her husband were pushing a screaming kid in a kid pusher thing and they tried jogging and the lady said “Stop it, I’m fat, that’s enough!” and it was funny.  They also kept saying they smelled blueberries, but I smelled no blueberries.  I know this because they were walking in front of me.

I do not fully understand this game – I mean, I know I throw the ball and collect the little dudes that show up.  From there, I am not positive what to do.  I have to go to a gym, but I do not want to put my cute little creatures in a fight and get them hurt.

Pokemon has taken the place of my niece, Maggie.  She is my personal trainer.  She heard her mom and me talking about how I am fat and how I need to exercise, and she said she’d help, and I can’t say no to her, so I agreed.  We went on several walks together using Facetime (we don’t live near each other).  Then she told me I had to eat something green every day.  I felt that was fair, so I did.  But then Pokemon happened and now I walk with Pokemon and my niece is off the hook.

Laziness truly wins out, because I found that if I drive slowly around my neighborhood, it counts as walking and my Pokemon eggs will hatch.  I also catch the little animal dudes that way.  I drive around at night, going 5 miles an hour.  My neighbors probably think I am a creeper.

I would like to be able to do Pokemon things while I am in my house, rather than sitting in random parking lots, because you have to do a lot of random parking lot sitting in this game.

Oh and yes, my Pokemon name is CaptainDarcy.

Here is my dad and a Pokemon.

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And here is proof I went outside:

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Here is a Pokemon at my doctor’s office:

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Here is a Pokemon visiting my Gay Husband, Brian, at Target.  Brian refused to look at the camera:

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And here is an alcoholic Pokemon:

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We Are All Going To Die During the RNC.

The RNC is coming to Cleveland.  So are Black Lives Matter people, anti-Black Lives Matter people, and probably the KKK, white supremacists, people with guns, unstable people (and I don’t just mean Donald Trump, there will be others as well), and all the crappy white people are going to cause trouble.

I just made a lot of blanket statements.

I do not like rich white men.  I do not like entitled white men with guns…or ones without guns.  I do not like uneducated hillbilly white men with guns.  I do not like anyone who thinks it is ok to solve a problem by shooting other people.  And a large percentage of these people are coming to my city next week.  I mean, I don’t like black men with guns, either, but so far, the odds seem to be that white men are the actual dangerous ones because they are the ones in power.

The police are probably terrified because they are expected to keep an entire city plus 50,000 extra people safe, right?  But then they are faced with the fact that every move they make is under scrutiny, so it will be what, 5,000 cops versus 50,000 extra people plus whatever Clevelanders decide to protest.  Those are not good odds for the police officers. All of these people are going to be carrying guns (not just the police) and how are the police supposed to tell which ones are dangerous?  Mistakes are going to be made and a lot of lives are going to be ruined.  We’re asking them to prevent citizens from being killed by other citizens, but we’re also telling them that they can’t use force against citizens, so they are damned if they do and damned if they don’t.

This is unrelated to actual excessive police violence, I am not commenting on that.  I am commenting specifically on the very difficult situation police officers will be in during the RNC.  If they do end up having to shoot someone, thinking they are preventing a mass shooting, and it turns out they are wrong, they will be lynched.  If they opt NOT to shoot the person, and that person DOES commit a mass shooting, the police will once again be lynched.

Isis will be there and the NRA will be there telling Isis it is their right to own assault rifles, and Donald Trump will be there saying we need to corral and tag every non white person, including Jews who are actually white, but they are not Donald Trump’s kind of white, so obviously, they are wrong.  My dad is going to have to wear a Star of David, and any of my friends of color are just going to have to not leave their houses.

Oh, and 100 woman plan on welcoming Donald Trump – naked.  Donald Trump will not be naked, the women will be.  It’s an art thing. But you know what will happen?  Donald Trump and all the other privileged white men will rape the naked woman and say they were asking for it.

Police officers will risk their lives and they will not know if they are risking their lives for the right people – did they just prevent a mass shooting, or did they just tackle an innocent person? Who knows.  With 50,000 extra people in the city, it is going to be hard to tell.  There are also going to be extra police officers, but they are still way outnumbered.

I swear I do not hate all men.  Just most of them.  Women need to be in charge of EVERYTHING and just calm everything the hell down for a little bit.  Even Isis.  They need to stop kidnapping and raping women and put them in charge of things.  Clean themselves up a bit.  Try to be productive.

In Dartopia, Donald Trump will get his own island, and it will consist only of him and sand.   He will try to build sand castles and turn them into hotels, but you know what?  The tide will come in and wash all of his work away every single day.  No matter where on the island he goes, the tide will follow – but only after he’s built his hotels out of sand.  He just has to live with himself for a good long time.  He will not be incorporated back into society. Some of my islands, the intent is to incorporate people back into society, but not Trump.  He stays on his island.  And a lot of food will be available to him, but it will all be food he hates.

In case any of this is unclear, I am a supporter of Black Lives Matter, I am an LGBTQ ally, I do not think anyone needs to own a gun, I think most police officers are sincere and want to save and help people, and I generally dislike men.  There’s a lot of other things about me and my opinions, too, but just in case my stream of consciousness writing made it sound like I was not supporting something that I actually support, I wanted to point that out.

Thank you and good day, sir.

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This Post Is About Hugging.

Preface:  Some of the pictures in this post may be sideways.  Just turn your head to the side.  They are normal when I am putting them in the post, but then sideways when I click “preview”.

I do not like to be hugged.  I feel like I am being trapped and I just generally do not like it**. The biggest reason I do not like it is because I do not understand Hugging Etiquette.  I have so many questions.  If you know any of the answers, please tell me.

This blog is dedicated to Chris Hagesfeld.

  1. When hugging someone of the same or similar height, do your arms go over or under theirs?  When and how is this decided?
  2. Where do you put your face?  Do you turn towards them, away, or keep your face straight?  With a taller person, this means you are smooshing your face into their chest and that can become awkward.  Face smoosh

    1. If your chin comes up to their shoulder, do you just go ahead and rest it there?
  3. How long do you hold the hug?  At what point is it acceptable to back out of it?
  4. If someone is taller than you, do you stand on tip toe to hug them or just go straight around the waist?  And again, where do you put your face?
  5. If someone is shorter, and their head comes to your boob level, and you are a girl, do you hug them into your boobs or do you adjust so that does not happen?
  6. If you are hugging another girl (and you are also a girl), do you go for alternating boobs, straight up smooshed boobs, or do you stand a little bit apart and lean in so there is no boob touching at all?  BoobsNo Boobs
  7. If you are sitting and someone hugs you while they are standing, do you try to hug back?  Do you hug their arm, or whatever part of them you are able to, or do you just sit and get hugged?  
  8. If I get side hugged, how do I know if the person is going to step away quickly, or just stand there with their arm around me indefinitely?  Do I leave my arm around them?
    1. If they put their arm over my shoulder, do I go around their waist?  If so, what if I touch their stomach?  What does my hand do in that situation?  Side hug
  9. If you are the same-ish height, and your chin DOES go to their shoulder, do you keep looking straight ahead, turn away, or turn in?  I do not want to snuzzle someone’s neck, and if someone snuzzled mine I would probably accidentally punch them because I do not want anything touching my neck.
  10. If the person is taller, and I choose to look away while I hug, then it basically ends up that my ear is against their chest.  Is that ok?
    1. What if it is a girl and my ear ends up against her boob?  Is THAT ok?

I thought about taking funny pictures to illustrate each of these, but that would basically be horrifying and I cannot do it.  You will have to use your imagination.

 

**Some people are allowed to hug me.  If you have hugged me and now fear that you traumatized me, you didn’t.  Or maybe you did, I guess it really just depends on who you are.

The Time Share Post.

In that last post I wrote, I referred to buying a time share.

Here is what happened.

I was driving to Detroit to see Joshua Bell, and I called the Hilton hotel to make sure it would be ok for me to check in around 10pm.  I did not want to be denied because of my late check in.  They said that was fine, and then they said “Hey, it is Hilton’s 99th birthday, I’m going to have you talk to this other guy!”

He sounded so excited, so I got excited, too, and said “ok!”  I mean, yay 99th birthday!  Of course I wanted to talk to this other guy!

The other guy was super happy, so that made me super happy and he said that TODAY ONLY I could get 3 nights and 4 days in Orlando PLUS a $100 certificate for park admission IF I BUY IT NOW for only $223.  At ANY of their hotels.  PLUS I could get a $200 voucher for a stay at any of their hotels anywhere.  Clearly, this man had my best interest at heart and wanted me to get the best things.

I told the guy that I went to Disney when I was 5 and I had the chicken pox, and that I really want to go.  He said “You should buy this now, then”.  I said “I literally have zero dollars” and he said “But it’s only today!”  Then he said “You know, I went to Ohio State” and I said “Yay Buckeyes” and he asked if I went there, too, and I said no, I went to NDC. He said he liked Columbus, and I said yes, it can be nice.  Then he said “So how would you like to pay for your Hilton vacation today?” and it caught me off guard so I said “My Visa card?”

And that was that.

Then I got an e-mail telling me I should schedule my vacation and not to forget that I have to attend a two hour meeting about buying a time share.

The Hilton Man tricked me.

Then yesterday I received a phone call, and I never answer my phone, so usually this is not an issue.  But the same phone number had been calling me three times a day, every day, and it was a Florida number.  I answered it.

It was a SUPER FRIENDLY lady!  We bonded and we were happy and excited together and she asked me when I wanted to schedule my Orlando vacation.  I said “Here is the thing, I have no intention of buying a time share.  There is no way that will happen, nothing will talk me into it.  I am not in a position to do it and I really do not like Florida that much, so I kind of feel like I am cheating because I am going there KNOWING I will not purchase a time share.  Ever.”  She said “Oh that’s ok, a lot of people do that. Maybe in ten years you’ll want one and you’ll remember us.”  I said “Oh ok, then, do you have any dates in November?”  I have heard Disney is least crowded the week of Thanksgiving.

Now I am going to Disneyworld November 21st – 24th, by myself.  No one will be there to unattach me from Dug when I meet him.  That means I can potentially be his best friend and live there.

I am NOT going to Harry Potter World because I need a full week and a shit ton of money to do that.  I am not doing that one half assed.

Here is a picture of Jessica, Josh, me and Roger from Lindsey’s wedding.  This picture has nothing to do with the rest of this post.

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