Well, last night I wasn't feeling so good.  I felt wrong and cold and a bunch of other symtoms that I can barely remember now.  So my mom asked if I needed to go to the ER and I said I didn't feel like I could make that decision.  And I really didn't.  I "fell asleep" and smacked my eye on a straw (in a soda) and that "woke me up". 

When we go to the ER, they took my blood sugar and it was off their meters!  They had to send my blood to the lab to find out how high it was.  Turns out, it was in the thousands (it's supposed to be less than 100) and that I had started to drift off into a coma.  So they injected me with lots of insulin and hooked me up to saline.  This happened by 7pm.  By 9 it was 850 and they admitted me.

I haven't been home long.  But I am doing much better (obviously) and I figured I better type this up while it's still fresh so I can look back and remember.  I wish I had written down all the symptoms that I experienced, but frankly, I didn't give a good god damn about it...lol.

I'm tired but I'm a little afraid to sleep, simply because of how close I came last night...which I feel is kinda silly even though I know it isn't.

 



Quote of the day:
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.  --Helen Keller