Around 5PM, my wife and I went to the park for a walk. I wanted to have a very long walk, a super long walk, because we're on a new eating program to lose weight, and I have grown to accept exercising in my life.

She said that the temperature at the present time was 87 degrees, but it didn't feel that way to me. One of the best things about this time of year is that, because we alternate very hot and then cool days, we don't have much humidity just yet.

So we started out, beautiful area, from a point about half a mile or so further than we usually start from, and things seem to be going well. When we hit the point where we usually turn around, I recommend we go further, to this new part of the park that I just learned about a week earlier, that I wasn't sure she'd seen.

When we get to that part, where there's a new little information center, she says she has to go to the restroom, and I decide to get some water. As I try to lean over, I notice that my legs are really shaky. I get my drink anyway, stand up, and realize the rest of me is a little shaky also. So I sit down and wait for my wife to come out. She does come out, asks me if I feel okay, and I said I wasn't sure; time NOT to be macho, I figure. So we sit for about five minutes, her plying me with water, and I think I feel better, but I'm not sure. We'd walked 50 minutes, though, so to get back to the car was another 50 minutes; no options in my mind.

However, I did decide to try to go to the bathroom before walking back, and my wife talked to the woman in the info booth, who mentioned that the tram they have at the lake was going to be leaving soon, and maybe I should ride that. My wife suggests it when I come out, but now macho is coming back, and I say I can do it. Well, about 100 yards was all it took to realize that I probably wasn't in condition for another 50 minutes, over 3 miles away. So I let her get me on the tram, which is really only a truck pulling two covered wagons (best I can come up with for a description) behind it, but modern, with nice seating and music piped in. And we ride back, with this other couple where my wife knew the woman because they both work at the same place, and this 2 year old they had decided to bring to the park with them, the cutest thing.

We finally get to the car, where we had to walk about 200 yards to get to, and I ask her to drive because I didn't want to take any chances. I still felt a little off, so when we got home I decided to lay down for about 10 minutes. After that, I decided to check my glucose levels.

Now, if you don't know, normal is 80-120, though it used to be 140. I've been riding high lately, around 200, but over the last couple of days, on the new eating plan, I'd gotten back around 140 - 160. Well, when I tested myself, I was at 44; that's right, 44! Okay, way not good, so I go into the other room, start plying myself with liquids, and my wife gives me a piece of ham from the large omelette she's making for dinner; that's on the plan.

I eat, and part of me starts feeling better, but another part of me still doesn't feel okay, and as I sit here, many hours later, I'm still feeling it. It's this overheated thing. I've never had this in my life before, but I'm betting a part of it is what sunburn is like. I feel heat radiating from within me, and the fan can't seem to touch it. I'm not sweating, just really uncomfortable; my wife says she's feeling the same thing also. She's been having problems staying asleep, and I know she's uncomfortable; it's 1:15AM, and I probably won't go to bed for another 45 minutes at least; yeah, I'm nuts. My skin feels tender, but I'm not in pain, just uncomfortable. I'm betting some of you have had this. Since I don't tan, I don't sit out in the sun ever, so maybe I'm not overly used to it. Oy!

So, just another danger that diabetics, and probably other people in general, need to watch and try to protect themselves from. Guess I'd best start paying attention to the temperature, eh?