Six meals a day

Ok, so this post feels a bit odd for me, a bit too confessional, but I'm gonna go all counter-intuitive and post anyway. I figure that if it's of no interest, you'll just skip it.
A couple of months ago I fainted. On what was, I guess, a date. A first date at that. Luckily it didn't affect my getting a second date, but it's a far from ideal way to get to know someone.
Shortly after that, my acupuncturist told me that he thought I might have hypoglycemia. Being a hypochondriaphobic (yes, I made that word up – means someone who's scared of being a hypochondriac) who doesn't like doctors, I tried pretty much ignored it on the assumption that it would go away.
Well, I almost ignored it. I started looking it up online, and discovered that quite a few medical types don't seem to believe in hypoglycemia if you're not a diabetic too (I'm not), and that it can be hard to clinically diagnose. I dismissed it again.
It has, however, become harder and harder to ignore. Obviously when I'm at home, sitting quietly in front of my computer and eating regularly, it's not that much of a problem. But the last six weeks or so I've been up to London a lot, and frequently my eating pattern would get badly disrupted and I'd get that telltale woozy feeling again.
I hate going to the doctors, though, and I was tempted to just pretend it wasn't happening, but two conversations persuaded me not to: One with a friend who is also hypoglycemic and who has identical symptoms to me, and another with a friend who's diabetic and kindly gave me chapter and verse on blood glucose levels and what they do to you. Suddenly, I had a checklist as long as your arm of relevant symptoms, and a far better understanding of what happens to me when my blood sugar levels go all haywire.
I don't much like self-diagnosis. Give some people Gray's Anatomy and they'll have killed themselves off within seconds. That's the problem with online health websites too – it's like hypochondriac’s nirvana. I suppose that's why I feel a bit odd about this post. Too much self-diagnosis.
But I am biting the bullet and Monday morning at 9.50am I shall be off to the quack and will see what he says. I suppose it could all be something else, but I seriously doubt it – the weight of evidence is stacked pretty high. To be honest, I shall be glad if he agrees with me because it will be a relatively simple (if not easy) job to alter my diet to sort out the problem. I have already started eating six small meals a day instead of the usual three. I'll let you know how it all goes.
Anyway, apologies to the people whose ears I have bent about this subject over recent weeks. I tend to use conversations (not to mention this blog) to work out how I feel about something, which is all well and good for me, but can get tedious for other people. And to anyone who's had to deal with my early-morning woozily incoherent self, thank you for your patience.
Meantime, if anyone has any useful links, please do leave them in the comments.