The other day I started the morning out a little low. It wasn't a big deal but I stayed on the low side most of the day. After dinner I was going to bring my weight bench into the house. It had been sitting outside rusting all summer. I figured it was time for me to begin a weight lifting routine. It needed to be disassembled because it does not fit through the door. Not a big deal.(four bolts.) I was starting to feel a little strange as I was studying what I needed to do. I looked into the fridge but I could not recognize anything in there and then I could not understand why I was looking anyway. So then I went to the garage to gather the tools that were needed. Things became fuzzy. Then my dad came into the garage and asked me some questions and I just kept answering "What?". I then realized I needed some help. So I asked him to bring me a regular pop. He came back and I took a few sips and began to feel better. I had a couple of "shakes"(small jerks) as I was drinking the pop. Obviously I overdosed on insulin during my dinner time meal.
The weight bench did not make it into the house that day.
It is in the house now. The preparations for working out have been made just need to start the program.
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