Low Blood Sugar Blues

In the middle of the night, the hunger pangs attack, I am shaking like a leaf as I get out of bed with grief. I have the low blood sugar blues. Trying to find my slippers is a chore as toes are stubbed and in pain, stumble to the kitchen for the fridge, finally made to the stainless food bridge. I have the low blood sugar blues. Opening the door is not fast enough, sleepy eyes squint to find anything edible, a can of leftover something stares at me, it smells like ravioli as I grab with glee. I have the low blood sugar blues. Found a spoon and ate out of the can, satiated and sleepy I walked back to the bed, my tummy grumbled all night long, it was singing a satisfied and happy song. I have the low blood sugar blues. Hubby was looking for Fido's breakfast, an open can of dog food given as a treat, nowhere to be found among the cold goodies, my stomach was ready to throw up cookies. I have the low blood sugar blues.