My blood sugar this morning was, I believe, 3.9 (might have been 3.8). 3.9 is 70 on the American blood sugar scale, for the record. They started taking my sugars yesterday after I met with the team (an interim psychiatrist, a nurse practitioner, & one of the nurses from the ward), and of course the first time they took them the number was 3.3 (59). So I told them I would have a coffee with a bit of extra milk in it, and they seemed fine with that. Later it went up to 3.8 (68) and then 3.9 (70). BUT when I had it taken later that evening, it had dropped back to 3.4 (61), but I really really did NOT want to eat or drink anymore, having had so much extra that day already. However, the nurse threatened me with the glucose drip if I didn't drink or eat something, and I've heard from a certain someone that glucose drips make you gain weight, so I drank the fucking 3/4 cup of apple juice that he poured up for me, much as I hated doing it.

So far this morning I've had a REAL coffee (Mom and Dad brought me a large Timmies coffee last night) with like 2tbsp milk & 3 Splenda. It might not be enough to ward off being forced to eat for blood sugar again later, but it's okay for right now, I guess.

Anyway, when I saw the team yesterday, all they decided to do was... wait for Dr. H (the regular psychiatrist) to come back. She will be here sometime today. I think they were basically as puzzled as I was about what to do with me. The only things they actually did for me were raise my Effexor to 150, order me some polysporin for my arms, and start the blood sugar checks. The first two I'm fine with. The third.... well, it pisses me off more than anything. I mean, I've been FAR more hypoglycemic than this from the bulimia, and I always knew the signs & always took care of it. But here they're making me drink shit to compensate for "low sugar" when I don't actually feel very low at all. So it does make me a bit mad. I guess I can understand why they don't trust me, but I'm still like ARRRRGH.

I guess we'll see if anything actually comes out of this meeting with Dr. H. Speaking of her, though, she says she knows me, and if it's the same woman I saw briefly at the desk yesterday, I DO know her. However, the story of how I met her is a bit... embarrassing. You see, I'm pretty sure that I involuntarily puked up multivitamins in front of her and her supervisor (I guess she was a resident then) after one of my visits to the ER for ODing in 2006 :$. What a reason for someone to remember you, right? Oh well. I'm totally going to mention it to her if I see her anyway, out of curiosity anyway. Because if that's her, that's the ONLY way she could remember me. So clearly she never forgot it either. Like I said... embarrassing. :|

I wonder what interesting times today will bring...