Monday, March 1, 2010

The Scariest Moment

There's something I've never mentioned here before (I think). DF is a diabetic. He was diagnosed with Type I diabetes at the age of 2. He does a great job of managing it and doesn't need me nagging him.

So, I do what I can to leave him alone to his good management skills. Except for the times when his blood sugar goes low over night. Don't get me wrong. He's a grown man who before I came along handled his overnight lows just fine.

But now when it happens, I jump out of bed to grab juice or a sugared Coke to help raise his blood sugar quickly and calm his twitching because I don't want him to fall and hit his head while he tries to get to the kitchen (which he has done before).

And usually that juice or Coke is all it takes for him to come out of the low enough for him to get to the kitchen to get what else he needs to sustain his blood sugar for the rest of the night. Friday night, however, was different.

He had no clue as to what was going on, he was disoriented, and he could barely form sentences. It was terrifying. After 45 minutes, he finally came out of it enough that he could tell things weren't right. Which was when he requested I call an ambulance. So I did.

Six wonderful firefighter paramedics showed up at our house. And by that time, DF was completely himself again. They tested his blood sugar (which was still really low at this point) and gave him a gel and sugar water to raise it. And after it reached a level they were okay with, they left.

He's good now. I just have to remember that we're not telling his mom about the ambulance. No need to worry her.

2 comments:

Jenn said...

oh how scary! that is one of my worst nightmares -- having to call an ambulance in the middle of the night. I'm glad he's feeling better and didn't end up in the hospital.

tara said...

I really don't know what it is. My husband has narcolepsy with cataplexy and though he's had it as an adult and is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, I go into mama bear mode when he starts to have a cataplexy (it's a loss of muscle control, he folds like a puppet basically). But it's because we love them. And yeah, his mama bear doesn't need to know.