Oh the joys of being a diabetic.
Last evening I planned out things and took my meds based on what I thought I may eat.
But I got it all messed up and never really ate enough carbs to cover the insulin I had taken.
Of course one does not know this till in the wee hours of the morning he is awakened wringing wet with sweat, while freezing. I tried asking for help, but the words would not come. I remember making sentences, of talking, but she only felt my fingers tapping her, eventually awakening her, alerting her that something was wrong.
She said I did not talk much, but I remember talking to her. I remember once past the concern and fear I felt at ease, that if things were going to end badly I was at peace with it. It is kind of freaky looking back at it.
When I called my Boss this morning he asked if I had been drinking, I can only assume that my speech was still effected at that time.
I have finally gotten to feeling abit better, though I am still really tired and exhausted. I have eaten and taken my meds. Hopefully I will be back to my normal sometime soon.
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