Rewarded for pain:This morning was the first day the training session I'm giving here in Hannover. Unfortunately, it didn't get off to a great start. About 30 minutes after starting the course, I started to feel a bit "off" and started wondering if I had
low blood sugar (due to my diabetes). I wanted to push on , at least for a few more minutes because I felt really akward taking a break just after getting started. I really didn't want to have to explain my circumstance. Normally I can get away with this, but only a few minutes later, I was nearly on the floor. I was likely speaking weird and acting weird, and the folks, which I had met only a short time before starting giving me strange looks. I called a break, and by this point it was very bad. I started to panic bad and shovel down massive amounts of sugar. The participants of the course were starting to talk to each other in German and laugh. I felt really embarrased because I imaged they were talking about me. I started sweating and became super nervous and shaky. I got up and went to the washroom and sat on the toilet in the stall to have some privacy so I could calm down and wait for my sugar to come up. It took nearly 1/2 hour. I came back to the room and they were chuckling. I felt I had no choice but to explain myself and they became silent. I felt it cast a weird vibe to the training at least until after lunch. I tried to be extra friendly, to try and work the mood back to normal. Fortunately, by the end of the day I think it was all good. Strangely enough, I'd normally be really sick with high blood sugar after an episode like that. I must have been really bad because even with probably 100g of sugar, it wasn't high.
I managed to wrap up the day a bit early, and went back to the hotel to relax. The hotel is pretty cool. It is a reworked building where foutain pens were manufactured. The ceiling in the room is around 20 feet high. Sun beams in the window and makes it super hot; fortunately it's been rather cloudy and rainy, so my room is comfortable.
Later in the evening I went for a walk and found a beautiful, huge forested park. Some of the oak and beach trees are over 4 ft around and 80+ feet tall. My guess is that they are over 100 years old. There is a zoo bordering the park, and apparantly it was established in 1860. My guess is that the trees are from around this time as well. I walked for about an hour. I felt excited to see the trees and the cool, moist forest understory with it's woodland plants and old mosses made me feel calm and at peace. The day's trouble melted away.