Ambulance time again. This is the fourth time an ambulance has had to be called to our house. Three times for me and once for Ange. There are people that have never had an ambulance to their house. The neighbours will think I am a weenie.
Last night I suddenly felt the symptoms of too low blood sugar. Let me tell ya folks...it is extremely awful. I would rather go through pain than that! Never again.
I was sitting on my bed around eight when that terrible feeling rolled over me. I recognized it from the last time. But this time was ten times worse. While I could still move, because quite rapidly I would not be able to, I called Ange. Monte wasn't home. I couldn't talk properly but I managed to get out 'help me' in a sluggy slurred voice. And that lady was upstairs before you could say bob's your uncle. She is a hero. I tell ya she IS a hero.
She knew immediately what was going on and dashed into the kitchen and came back with the solid honey and a giant spoon and gave me two big tablespoons of it.
Then we waited. But it just wouldn't let up. It was taking so long I kind of thought that maybe it was a stroke, which would explain what the hell was going on with my speech and confused mind. It didn't exactly explain what was horribly happening in the rest of my body. I don't know, I have never had a stroke before. But I have seen that commercial on tv where the dad's mouth goes strange (mine was) speech gets slurred (mine was) you can't move properly (I couldn't) and I have been super careful for this not to happen, checking my sugars constantly etc...
Long stupid story short, we called Monte and he came busting home and helped me out to the chair in the living room and we waited some more. And it wouldn't go away, in fact it got worse. My blood sugar was good now but it wouldn't get better. I never ever ever ever want that feeling again. I took a turbo gravol to see if it could tame my damned stomach down. Ange finally phoned an ambulance.
And just like sick kids, the minute they showed up I returned to normal. Jeez Louise!!! And all my vitals were perfect, even my blood pressure and blood sugar. When I explained to April what I was feeling she said it sounded a bit like a panic attack. I wouldn't know I have never had one. And if that is what a panic attack is, holy hell, you people that do get them you have my deepest sympathy. That was awful and scary as hell. The gravol finally kicked in, The two paramedics were utterly amazing and taught me stuff for future, and the gravol calmed me down and made me sleepy. It was over.
I need to say something important here. You know that cliche " God works in mysterious ways"? Well the powers that be, being God, Ohm, Gaia or the Universe, absolutely were working when they put Ange in our life and in our house. Who keeps me grounded? Ange. Who helps me when I can't manage something? Ange. Who keeps me company enough to keep the lonlies away? Ange. And who comes running when I need saving and knows exactly what to do? Ange. And who was there when we had to give up our beloved, in fact took him in from the car, Floppy? Ange. And finally who understands Monte and treats him with love and respect? Ange. It's a mystery to me. How did Monte and I deserve this amazing person to be in our life when we needed it the most and didn't know we did. We are truly blessed.
TFL and TTYL
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