I haven't been on recently, because of so much craziness going on I just couldn't focus. Right now, things are so upsetting I feel so overwhelmed. Saturday morning my DH came home from work, took a shower, his readings and his shot (T 1 Diabetes) and came to bed. Shortly after that he said, Alice, I'm going low. I started to get up to get things ready for him to come out and bring his sugar up. He told me I can't move! I started to ck what he meant, he was so cool to the touch, he said he felt sweaty - Not. I called both my sons and grabbed the glucose tabs. One son helped me to grab up my dh and the other son called 911. The police, and emt's came, we were ck ing his sugar he was down to 35, ck again down to 32, then again down to 28, plus his heart rate was so low. They packed him into ambulance and off he went to er. My son drove me to the hosp, my dh was in cardiac trauma unit.
While we are trying to get all his paperwork ready, the phone rang in the trauma unit. It was my sister calling for me, I thought she was calling just about my dh. She had called my house that morning b/c she just got a call on my dm's blood work, most results were very good, but her breast cancer numbers were up after being so low for so long.
My dh is awake and aware now, but we aren't sure what is going to happen w/ him. They are changing his meds for diabetes and heart, they want to put the pump in, but that could be a prob w/ his work. We are wondering about disability, but I don't know how we will survive on that. I feel like I want to scream about now.
While I was in the trauma unit and he was nodding off, I had a panic attack. I pulled out my pink 'brown' bad from my bag and tried to gain control over me. A nurse came in, I don't know who I couldn't open my eyes, and asked if I was ok, did I want to go to front desk and be admitted to er. NO I just have to 'woman up' and try to keep going. I have been running all over to take care of things for dh and dm. I have been so sick to my stomach and I can't take the Reglan til I go to bed, it knocks me out.
While I was typing this my phone rang, it was the HR man from dh's job. Very nice man, trying to help us out. I am trying to look at that as a good sign. The sun is shining, another good sign. I just need to hold on and continue praying, I always have my rosary in my pocket so I can focus, otherwise I lose track of everything. Big surprise!
I am going to take my HBP med now, hopefully I can hold them down. Thank you for just listening to me, I appreciate that so much.
God bless. Alice.