Anyone who has spent time with me knows about my affinity for the fried circle of dough. I have eaten somewhere between 100 and 300,000 donuts in my life. I don't want to toot my own horn, but that is a lot of donuts. Therefore, I consider myself somewhat of an aficionado. In my experience, I have found no better donut than the Old Fashioned donut from a small shop in the town where I work. It is one of those places that make everything from scratch and in house, and it isn't like one of those new big deal kind of places, where they advertise "hand-rolled" and "homemade", it is just the way it is. It is a local tradition that has been doing it the same way (i.e. the right way) for 25+ years, serve only regular or decaf hot coffee, and are open 24-7. It is wonderful.
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| A view of the goods. |
Thankfully, today was my last day of work before beginning my baby leave. Even if nothing happens between now and Monday, I will be taking unpaid leave until this kiddo decides they want to make an appearance. In celebration, a dear friend and social studies teacher, brought me four Old Fashioned donuts from the aforementioned shop. I was so excited! It only makes it better that I had stopped for a decaf coffee and egg/cheese wrap from the Dunkin' Donuts, so I had a coffee to go with this great treat! At 7:20 this morning, I sat down at my desk, put on For Emma, Forever Ago (my favorite Bon Iver album), and savored the donut and quiet morning. I was almost blissful when the bell rang and kids started piling in.
Within 45 into the school day, we had a code red (how to hide from an intruder), a tornado drill, and dealt with a crying child. During this excitement I started to develop a blindspot, which for me, is a tell-tell sign of a migraine. I felt very off and foggy, but I have dealt with these for a long time and have learned to plow through it. Thinking this would be much the same, I continued about the day. Then around minute 50, I started to feel really weird. Like super weird. I was going over the directions for a lab, and I tried to say, "Bold words" but "bald walds" came out. Followed by " bowled wowleds". I stammered around trying to continue the activity and call on students, but I could not speak coherently. I knew it was bad when the kids started laughing. As this was happening, I started to get flush, sweat through my dress, get really dizzy. Terrified, I told the kids I didn't feel well and walked out of the room.
I walked directly into the office the assistant principal and sat down. She checked my pulse, which was approximately 1000 beat per minute, made some calls and got someone to cover my room. She was very kind and I am grateful for that. Then my principal showed up with a wheelchair...
I started to feel better, but I didn't feel right. As a group, we decided I should leave and go to the doctor. I am thankful that they did not call an ambulance and that I was able to get to my doctor. My principal wheeled me out to another teacher's car and loaded me up. I knew that I was not currently in labor (though word spread through the school that I was) but I wanted to leave.
Two sweet women drove me to the doctor, where my husband met us and went in to see the doc. I explained the whole ordeal, the garbled speech, the sweating, heart-racing, and general panic. He told me it was a textbook case of hypoglycemia (low blood sugar). He said that a pregnant woman metabolizes sugar faster and often run about 15-20 points lower than a non-pregnant person- essentially explaining that we can crash real quick after consuming sugar. Yep. I had a complete episode in front of the children, got wheeled out of my place of employment in a wheelchair by a man that I have very little rapport with, and driven 30 miles by some nice ladies to a doctors office where I just walked in and demanded an appointment, because of a donut.
All because of a donut.
(P.S. We are all fine here, thankfully.)
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