June 10, 2020
There are times in my older age that I wished someone could live with me. Especially at night.
When my body attacks me and I fight for my life, it scares me.
I do have a help button on my wrist but the bad thing about it is they call my elderly parents and scare them especially after midnight.
Last night was rough. I woke with stinging pain in my bladder and thighs. I was hot and sweating. My clothing and sheets were wet like someone poured water on me.
It was getting dark and I was getting weak and shaky.
Getting up I checked my blood glucose. It said 57 and dropping fast. Almost coma or death if I allowed to let it continue to drop.
First I crammed it 3 glucose tablets in my mouth and sucked hard to make moisture. I don’t wear my dentures at night. This makes it hard to chew.
It wasn’t working. Then I stumbled like a drunk to the kitchen and took two draws of honey in my mouth and swallowed it. Grabbed my left over supper and got that down.
Drunkenly I made it to bed. Drank some water to get everything down and laid down to wait for it to work or for death to come.
I did ask the gods and goddesses to help me.
I was passing out. Fainting. I tried to stay awake. Finally I started feeling slightly better. Then check my blood sugar and it was 130. Good number.
Then I gave in to sleep.
Bad thing about these extreme lows is how the body does. It gives me headaches in my temples and it makes me want to sleep longer than normal.
The other bad thing was trying to fight my cat. He wanted to be rubbed and for me to play with him. Trying to fight dying and fight off a pet is double hard.
Sure wished someone could live with me. Especially at night. I don’t want to go to a nursing home. I can’t get an aide either.
