Hospital trip

So, I went to the hospital on Thursday morning. On October 28, 2010 I woke up with low blood sugar. I immediately went to the kitchen to test my blood sugar. When I tried to put the test strip in my tester I dropped the tester, I couldn’t hold onto anything. At this point I realized that I was getting dangerously low.

I got out a 128 ounce bottle of apple juice and started drinking. After a few minutes I realized that my sugar was still feeling like it was dropping. After a few more drinks I came to the conclusion that I needed to call an ambulance. The only problem with this was the fact that I was thinking, “I need to call the hospital” instead of “I need to call 911.” Yes, I, literally, forgot how to dial 911. I had a clear thought path but just couldn’t complete the task. I went to my computer to look up the number for the hospital  but couldn’t remember my password for my computer. After several minutes of trying to get a phone number I decided that I was getting close to not being able to doing anything further so I went on a quest.

I walked out my front door, wearing boxers and carrying our home phone, to go to a neighbor’s house and have them call for me. The first house I went to with a car in the driveway had nobody home so I crossed the street to the next house with a car in the driveway. The guy that answered the door obviously had a confused look on his face when he saw me but I apparently mumbled enough for him to realize that I needed help. I had me sit on his couch and got his wife to make me some orange juice to drink. An interesting side note, the wife used to date a guy with diabetes so, when she saw me, she knew exactly what it was.

By the time the paramedics got there, all 9 of them between the paramedics and firemen, my blood sugar was up to 140, which is actually a little high. This made them question what was causing my memory problems and other communication issues. They thought I may have been high on something. They got me onto a stretcher, into the ambulance and on our way to the hospital.

When I got to the ER, I was even further out of it and couldn’t answer any questions. My wife, Joanna, got there shortly after I did since the paramedics called her before we left the neighbors’ house. I remember her asking me if I knew who she was, which I did, but I couldn’t communicate this to her and I could NOT remember her name, just that she was my wife. When the original ER doc was done doing his evaluation and when they had gotten most of the blood tests back, negative for everything just like Joanna said they would be, he pulled her aside and told her that he thought I was “faking it.” She told me this the next day when I was in the hospital room. This is a ridiculous jump to make right off the bat. Whoever that ER doc is should have his qualifications reviewed. Joanna left around 4:00 or 5:00pm to go to the house to make sure everything was ok there.

She took some pictures of the situation, see:

Test kit strew about in bathroom.

Kitchen table pushed out of place.

Bottles knocked over from me falling.

Around 7:00pm I finally remembered her name and basically sat up in bed and just said it. The hospital person sitting next to my bed looked at me and asked if that was my wife and I told her it was. She went over and told my attending nurse. Joanna called right around this time and they told her I was getting my memory back and she should probably come back in. By the time she got there I was pretty well back to myself and could remember everything that had happened, even though when it was happening I didn’t have any idea what was going on.

Another note, the “hospital person” next to my bed was actually there to make sure I didn’t try to hurt myself. This is also the reason I was in a red/pink gown, suicide watch. When Joanna mentioned that I was unemployed that apparently triggered the alarm bells that I was just depressed and was trying to hurt myself. Anyone who knows me and who has been told this story knows that isn’t an option to me.

I was in the ER from about 11:30am on Thursday until just before 8:00pm that night. This is Gilbert-Mercy hospital that is supposed to be known for getting people into and out of the ER QUICKLY. Right…

When I went up to the hospital room they put me into a regular gown so I wasn’t on suicide watch anymore. I was released from the hospital around 5:30 or 6:00pm on Friday, October 29th, 2010. I went to my doctor today, November 2, for a follow up and he gave me a sample of a different type of overnight (long acting) insulin, Levemir. It replaces my previous kind, Lantus.

Overall, this was a scary experience and I hope that I never repeat it, more for Joanna’s sake than mine. I hate that I put her through these things.


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