Time I thought I was going to die post.

A lot of you havae already red this, but I mentioned it to seomeone elase adn they wanted to see it. So ifiugrd I'd just post it since the original thread is gone. This is from just over a year ago.

1 Time I thought I was going to die.

Well it finally happened...


And for some questions that may be asked..Normal blood sugar levels are between 80 and 120...Just keep that in mind when you read this..Thanks..


This saturday morning I woke up. Barely able to breathe and could not move. My sense of time wasn't there and all I had were my thoughts, a blurry vision of my ceiling and panic. Trying to regulate my breathing was a task in itself. Having to calm myself was even harder. I was home alone. My kids were at my moms an I was stuck in a mental limbo. Not really knowing if I was still awake or if I was dreaming the whole thing. As I felt my breathe hit my teeth, I could feel and hear my heart beat as if I were wearing a stethascope. Fear had started to overcome me. Visions of being mentally handicapped and not having my kids anymore rushed through my head without prejudice. Noticing my breathing started to slow down, not in speed, but just in breaths in general. I finally managed to convince myself I was hypo and could possibly get out of this situation. After numerous attempts I was finally able to lift a shoulder. Still couldn't talk. Not even a simple mumble. After a few more tries I was able to get a single arm in the air. I still could not control it, but it was progress. Apparently my glucose was rising. Slowly but surely. A few minutes go by and I find myself on the floor with flailing arms. I made an attempt to find my Nextel phone(my mom has nextel also). But to no success was it with in eye sight, nor did I have the patience. Crawling on all fours I made it to my front door, but couldn't balance myself long enough to open it. I have a patio door right next to it with blinds. I reached over to grab the strings used to open the blinds, and used that to hold me up. With that in hand I was able to open my door. My neighbor's apartment is about 4 or 5 feet to the right of mine. Still unable to balance myself I managed to crawl to their front door, leaving a small bllod trail behind from my knees. After a couple of bangs on the door someone finally answered. I'm sure it had to be a bit awkward seeing your neighbor on the ground in his boxers in front of your door, but hey, what was I gonna do? I was able to get out "Call 911". It took a couple tries in between breaths, but I noticed my speech was coming back. I was also able to get out my moms phone number so they could call her as well. I managed to flop back into my own apartment doorway until the paramedics arrived. My speech was started to come back and I was coherent. I couldn't stand up and had no control of my bodily muscles. When they tested my blood it was 77! They then gave me a bottle dextrose I think it was. Tested me again about 10 minutes later and I was up to 94. I was just then able to stand. Still off balance though. By this time my mom had already shown up and spoke with them. The paramedics waited till I was able to stabalize myself and then left. However, I do have to say this has been the scariest moment of my life. I didn't go to bed till 4am sunday morning because I was afraid of what may happen. I tested aroudn midnight saturday/sunday and my blood was around 200. When I didn't take anything to correct it, wanting to see how sunday morning would end up. I tested sunday and was 122.

I'm fine now btw. I spent saturday in lockdown at my moms. No phone no car, nothing. She took me there after everything was over. This only made things that much harder for me to show that can live on my own. That sucks.

Ty
The One&Only!