DAY 18: It's September, but I'm unsteady at Helloween

18th day since diagnosis & 5th day since discharge

This day was the first time since being discharged, which naturally means the first time since being hospitalized, that I took a train and went a bit far.

When you think about things like diet and exercise, it's easy to feel like just leaving the house is a hassle.
It's easy to feel like just leaving the house is a hassle.

But I couldn't not go out today.
Because I'm going to see Helloween at the Budokan.

Helloween

A heavy metal band representing Germany.
By the way, the spelling is Helloween, not Halloween, as befits a metal band.

I first saw Helloween when I was in high school.
Five years ago, when the classic lineup returned, I was so moved that I went to see them twice, and this time was my fourth time, going with a music friend who was seeing Helloween for the first time.

Before Helloween, we talked for about two hours at a cafe about my illness, hospitalization, and work, then we went inside and the main show began.

I had to cancel four concerts because of my hospitalization.

Even so, I had set a goal to 'return to live concerts with Helloween.'

When I was walking in the hospital,
and when I was climbing the stairs,
I listened to Helloween, sometimes humming along,
and because I was building up my excitement for this day,
I was incredibly thrilled.

I stood from the beginning, singing along with everyone,
pumping my fist, and conveying my love for Helloween with my whole body.

It would have been perfect if they had played 'I'm Alive,' which I wanted to shout out loud.

From a life of being depressed and controlled by blood sugar levels,
I was briefly liberated, and for the first time in a while, I thought, 'This is fun.'

Unsteady

About two hours into the main show, during the encore, I felt something was wrong.

'Huh? This is bad, I might not be able to stand.'

I started to stagger as if my battery had run out.

But I didn't want to worry my companion by sitting down here,
so out of a useless sense of consideration, I stayed standing until the end of the show.

We went outside the venue, and my companion asked, 'How about a drink after this?'
Although I wanted to be alone and sit down, I was worried about the possibility of collapsing alone, so I said, 'Let's go!'

When I thought, 'Is this the hypoglycemia I was afraid of?'
the Libre sensor didn't show it was low at all.
I took some glucose just in case (I wanted to try taking some).

While feeling dizzy and breaking out in a cold sweat,
I somehow managed to reach the restaurant, sat down, and after about two hours, my physical condition recovered enough to
go home.

Maybe it was too early to return to standing concerts!
I thought as I sluggishly made my way home from the station nearest to my house.

Even after I got home, I was still dizzy and unsteady,
and I went to sleep feeling anxious that I might die while I was asleep.

This malaise would continue for a while.

My Libre reading for the day looks like this.

I had brown rice for lunch and, as expected, it spiked.
During the live show, it didn't go up or down much, which was a relief.
The rise after the show was probably due to glucose intake and stress from feeling unwell?