So, I was leaving my piano teacher's house, and we were saying bye to her and her foster son (adorable, I might add.) and....

I started to feel sick.

I started leaning on my mom.

She thought I was being funny and asked me to let her go.

"Mom....I think I'm...going to be si...ck."

And I FELL IN THE FREAKING DRIVEWAY.

DIZZY AS ALL HELL!!!!!!!

HAHAHhHhHhHhHHhhHhHaHAHAHAHAHHAHhaha

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My mom gets scared. (hopefully my piano teacher did not see me fall...in....her driveway. ._.)

Very concerned, she calls me by my middle name. (I hate it lol)

She helps me up, and she's like, "what happened?! COME ON! LEAN HERE! HOLD ON!"

Once we are in the car and gots dat air on.

My mom tells me, "I know you don't want to.....(I hate needles.)......check your blood sugar.

I get my mom's kit out, push them buttons, and poke a hole in my finger.

My blood sugar.....

WAS 60

SIXTY.
Das not good.

So, my mom hands me a glucose tablet and we go to the nearest Little Giant.

Go in the Chinese place by it.

Get something.

She got me a Pepsi....

Didn't really feel like eating, as my cramps are bad af. I ate one crab rangoon.

My mom told me to test again.

Then, it was 85.

DAS MUCH BETTER :3

I'm home now.

Probably gonna watch some Attack on Titan or Pewdiepie.....

Wowie dropped my phone.

It's unscathed!!!!

So.....take this as a warning.

PLEASE.
IF YOU FEEL DIZZY, HAVE DIFFICULTY WALKING, AND GET A HELL OF A HEADACHE, PLEASE SPEAK UP SO YOU DON'T FALL IN A DRIVEWAY.

AND PLEASE, IF YOU DON'T EAT A WHOLE LOT ONE NIGHT AND THE NEXT DAY YOU SPIKE YOUR BLOOD SUGAR WITH APPLE JUICE AND WHATEVER IS IN THAT SALAD DRESSING....BE CAREFUL AF.