Remember how, at the end of my second post on September 11, I said I just wanted to go to sleep for ten years? Go ahead, scroll back to that post. Read it. I'll wait...
Are you up to speed? Okay.
Well, last night I did something really stupid. I don't know if it was because I was upset or distracted. I don't know if I was simply tired beyond common sense. But I went to bed last night without testing my blood sugar. I never do that.
I woke up at about 1 a.m. today to find two strange people in my bedroom. They came on the ambulance my wife had to call because I was having seizures in bed. When my blood sugar gets incredibly low, a few things happen. First, I sweat so much I soak the bed like a 90-year-old man with bladder issues. Second, I have convulsions. And third...I can't remember what the third thing is. (Yes, that's my lame attempt at humor. The third thing is that I don't remember anything leading up to the EMS people at my bedside.)
Well, after an IV of glucose, a peanut butter sandwich, and a glass of milk, I crawled back into my drenched bed and went to sleep for a few more hours. Then I got up and went to work. I figured I might as well get paid for having an all-day headache.
The thing that frightens me is that I'm not sure why I forgot to test my blood sugar. It's like brushing my teeth. I always do it. Maybe I really did follow through on some unconscious death wish last night. I've been pushing through mud all day as a result.
Rest assured, tonight I will be testing my blood sugar before I crawl into bed.
Saint Marty doesn't want any visitors in the middle of the night.
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| I have no death wish tonight |
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