Saturday. A decent enough start to the day, up at around seven to have some cereal and a cheddar cheese sandwich for breakfast after deciding to skip Starbucks. They were saying it could hit a hundred degrees today in Portland, so a good day to flee the area.

Off by ten-thirty to arrive at the island by two-thirty, checking into our motel rooms before heading to cousin Steve and Suzy's house overlooking the sound. A nice five or six hour get together to see how the family was faring, to note the youngest additions to the clan who'd come in from the far reaches.

And so, getting ready to leave, I left. Left in the sense I blanked out getting into the car and awoke in an ambulance, the attendant asking me if I knew who I was, where I was and what was going on. Well, the world had indeed snapped together, although the one or two minute transition from dark to light was a little weird. They'd just started the sugar solution through the I.V. and that had brought be back. Snap! Low sugar. Low sugar?

This is getting a little weird, this surprise visiting of emergency rooms, first the gall bladder and now low blood sugar. They fed me a sandwich, fruit juice and I don't remember what else while a sugar solution was entering my arm all the while taking readings with a little hand held meter that analyzed the blood produced by poking a needle into one or another of my fingertips ever thirty minutes through the night.

Bottom line? Low blood sugar (a reading of 26 in the ambulance when it's supposed to be something between 80 and 100) caused by they really can't be sure. I'd been eating all afternoon up to the point this thing happened, I'd had had a piece of cheesecake an hour before I'd fallen over, probably hadn't been eating enough since I'd started the trip, but the low blood sugar had come back to normal by morning and they scooted me out the door.

Can't say I recommend going to bed in an emergency room, the chances you'll get any sleep are minimal.