There isn't much in this old world that I do expertly. I was a good mortgage broker. I can play the piano, not expertly for sure but okay. I can bake bread. I can make a reasonably good turkey dinner. I could fish back in the day when Bill was around. But there is one thing I can definitely do expertly. I can eat low carb, for long periods of time, no falling off the wagon, strong and true. Until last night. Big fail.
When I went to bed I checked my blood sugar level and it was 2.9ish. When you hit those two's you know you have to do something. So I ate some candy I keep beside my bed. I didn't check again, I just presumed it would come up. It didn't.
In fact it crashed. I woke up around two in the morning unable to coordinate my movements. I mean I couldn't move properly. My brain was straight but my body did not respond properly. Plus I became full of anxiety, something foreign to me and restless and I will admit it...terror. I could NOT control any body movements. I couldn't sit up. I couldn't move my hands and arms properly. I knew what was wrong, I just couldn't do anything about it. It is the most terrifying awful feeling you can imagine.
I did finally manage to get my candy bowl by the bed and start eating candy. One after the other, counting the carbs as I went. At least twenty minutes went by and I was finally able to sit on the edge of the bed but there was absolutely no way could I stand up, let alone walk. I did try at one point and came very close to pitching over.
Finally it dawned on me that I needed help. I managed to hold my phone and poke a button or two to call Monte. He didn't answer. I called over and over. My next move was to throw things onto the floor. He sleeps right under me and that always startles him awake. Just as I was going to do just that I tried one more time and he answered! I squeaked, I couldn't talk properly either, out that I needed help.
And speaking of people and their expertise, Monte is utterly amazing in an emergency. He can think on his feet and take over and just do the right thing. He came roaring upstairs and caught on immediately to what was happening. He helped me up and hung on to me as I jerked my way out to my chair. He got me a V8, gave me supreme shit the whole time for not eating enough carbs. He had been after me for a few days for that. And when I started to uncontrollably shake he grabbed his phone and phoned an ambulance, much to my chagrin.
In this town we only have two ambulances and they are pretty much always out and about dealing with overdoses. The guy that answered was amazing. It was a good twenty minutes before an ambulance came and he talked to Monte the whole time about almost everything from fishing to how long and where had Monte lived in this town. He was truly amazing. Poor Monte was so upset and that guy calmed him right down. And in that time the carbs kicked in and I suddenly felt like my old self. Whew!!!! I don't ever want to feel that again. It was truly awful and thank god I woke up. No wonder people think those that are hypoglycaemic are drunk!!!
One good thing, the amazing ambulance attendants checked me completely and my vitals were perfect!!! Blood pressure 120 over 55, oxygen level just under 100, blood sugar 7.9, heart rate 60. Perfect.
So my expert low carbing kicked me in the butt. I think when I mentioned to the dr. a month ago that I could super low carb, I have done this my entire life, I am pretty sure she didn't really realize that I really meant it or she probably would have told me at what point to cut back on the medication. Which I am def going to do from this point on.
Monte went to McD's early this morning and got me a bacon McGriddle, hash brown, orange cranberry muffin and coffee! I enjoyed every single bite. But I will be back on the low carb train tomorrow, just ready to not take the medication when necessary. And once again, in my life, Monte to the rescue. And with huge help from Ange and EMT's. I feel like a fool to be honest. Poor Ange was awakened by bright ambulance lights pouring into her window.
I need to take a moment here to mention how grateful I am to the people I live with. They really look after me and I would be in a right sorry state if it weren't for them, not just in an emergency but every single day. I love them.
So tomorrow is another day. I am getting the top of my head re permed. Makes doing my hair so much easier and I want easy when we go on our cruise. The fifteenth is coming up fast. Next post will be about a certain person in our family and her exciting news!!!! Take care and TTYL
'I fought Sugar Ray Robinson so many times, it's a wonder I don't have diabetes.' Jake LaMotta
My favourite quote:
'I think I can wipe out diabetes.' Dr. R Atkins
What he didn't take into account was the complete lack of self discipline of people with the disease, otherwise he could have.
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