I came upstairs to go to bed. I've been staying up too late and I have to leave early in the morning. But a new friend had just posted on Facebook that she was in the hospital with DKA and I wanted to check on her.

The Mr. was already in bed, watching Myth Busters.

"Hey honey do you have a juice?" he called from the bedroom.

I knew I didn't have one in my bedside table and I knew he'd need more than the Bottlecaps I did have. As I ran downstairs to grab some juices I said, "What did you eat?"

He hemmed and hawed before saying, "Those, um, southwesterny things."

"WHY did you do that?" I yelled from the middle of the stairwell.

"Because they're good!"

The Mr. has been experiencing some pretty nasty gastric dumping lately. At least we have it figured out, but still, he's having more blood sugar lows than I am!

The first time it happened, I guess we thought it was a fluke. I did a little internet research and The Mr. went to his primary doctor where pretty much all they told him was that he was pre-diabetic, which really didn't make any sense to me. 

Extremely greasy food seems to be the culprit. On Saturday, the whole family went to scout a location for photo shoots and on the way home we grabbed lunch. By the time we actually got home, The Mr. was in the bathroom. It wasn't long after that when he was asking me to test his sugar.

In the last week or so he's had lows in the 30s and 40s, and at least one was after eating those southwesterny things. I know it totally sucks, but I feel slightly better knowing that he can relate to how I feel when I go low. I nearly choked on my laughter when he said "I just want to go to sleep." Yeah, classic low hangover symptom.

So tonight as I brought him a juice box I told him I'm throwing those southwesterny things away since he always goes low after eating them. The crazy thing is that The Mr. said he knew this would happen. As he was cooking them and as he was taking them out of the microwave, he said he knew it would end badly.

tsk... boys.