Write something about: going low.
Seeing as I don't like keeping people in the dark, I've decided to explain Monday's goings on.
We had a big harvest day for our local orders and box program on Monday morning - not quite as busy as when the strawberries were going full blast, but still a lot of work. Plus it was really hot out. As in, when I was doing deliveries around 1:45 in the afternoon, it was 41 degrees in the sun.
I rewarded myself with some ice cream when I got home, but otherwise I had nothing to eat between lunch and when we were sitting around waiting for people to pick up their produce around five o'clock.
Which was when I decided to have a beer.
Now, I'm aware that diabetics should not have alcohol on an empty stomach. I guess I forgot, or just didn't realize how devoid of food my belly was. Either way, I took what should have been the right amount of insulin for it and went back to waiting.
A little while later Kat asked me to go to our backyard garden box to pick some lettuce for dinner. I went out and stood there for a while, studying our various plants. And I thought, Nothing looks like lettuce.
I picked what, to my mind, looked the most like lettuce and brought that in. It's at this point that my memory goes blank.
The next thing I remember, I'm sitting at the dinner table, insulin pen in hand, and Kat is trying to get me to eat some food. I am utterly confused (I can't even figure out how my pen is supposed to work) and refuse to cooperate. Later I'll learn that ten or fifteen minutes have passed since I picked (mostly) lettuce. Kat, not aware of the extent of my low, doesn't understand why I won't eat something or test my blood sugar. I'm just trying to figure out where I am and what's going on.
Eventually Kat threatens to call 911 if I don't eat and I still refuse. To be honest, I'm fairly certain I'm dreaming. Everything is very strange and nothing is making sense, so it must be a dream. Right?
Things don't seem real until the ambulance arrives. It's around this point that I realize the extent of my previous confusion and ask Kat what happened.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what doctors like to call a hypoglycemic episode. First one I've experienced in the six and a half years since I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.
In short, my blood glucose went so low that my brain stopped functioning normally. The paramedics tried to get my levels up again but things weren't going as well as they wanted so they ended up taking me, by ambulance (woo, first time in one of those), to the hospital in Oliver.
By the time I got there my levels were fine and I was thinking clearly again. They still kept me for an hour or so before letting me go home. When we got back here just after ten, I really didn't feel like writing anything at all but managed to force out the little poem I ended up posting.