It's been nearly a month and I'm just now starting to calm down.
The worst week of my life.
It started the Sunday that my dad was rushed to the hospital with a horrific virus that made his blood pressure drop so low they nearly lost him.
It continued Monday when D's blood sugar went so high I had to rush him to the hospital.
But it was nothing compared to Thursday.
D had to switch from his pump to syringes and back again due to an insurance snafu. But things seemed to be okay. Thursday night, actually early Friday morning D's CGM (continuous glucose monitor) beeped. By the way it was beeping I knew he was low. I woke him up. He had glucose and juice said he was fine and went back to sleep. I went to sleep too. I woke up and the bed was shaking. He was seizing.
I run and grab the glucagon (a shot that I'm supposed to use in times like this) but I totally flip out and can't figure out how much to give him. That's the part that I'm still having nightmares about, I am staring at this shot that I've prepared and I don't remember how much to give him. I call 911. I am (once more) this insane lady screaming into the phone.
"Help me, he's seizing! PLEASE! PLEASE! COME QUICK!" It took about six minutes for the ambulance to come. A very very long six minutes. While we're waiting, He's having these moments of lucidity where he speaks but he isn't really there. I want to rip out the cannula for his pump but he says no. I hand him Pepsi but he is just staring at it and can't drink. The worst (for me) was when he was still seizing but his eyes were open and tracking me--but I couldn't help him. I'm going to have that image in my head for a long time
When the EMTs come they give him 2 full tubes of glucose gel--and he's still only 40 (Normal blood sugar is 100 +/- 20) They give him IV glucose and that works.He doesn't need to go to the hospital.
The next week a random happenstance (trying still to maintain my blog anonymity so I can't go into it) leads to a cut in my leg. It gets infected and I'm on crutches for 2 weeks.
We've been really getting hit with the shit stick.
To add to this, I've been having chest pains. The doctor thinks it is stress but I'm wearing a 24 hr holter and will be doing a stress test. Since I'm just off the crutches I have to have the stress test done medically instead of physically. I just hope things are okay in there.