Ah, the life of a diabetic...

my blood sugar dropped well below 40 and i couldn't move, talk, or really anything. apparently i started whining in my sleep and brandon woke up and tried to see what the problem was, but i wouldn't wake up, so he tested my sugar and it was at 40. this was around 4am. i remember that at some point i started to repeatedly try to ask for him to get me to the hospital but no matter how hard i tried i couldn't get the word "hospital" out of my mouth. brandon had been putting honey in my cheek over and over again, and after a while of doing that tried to give me a little juice. nothing was helping. he tested my sugar again and it was 72, but i still wasn't really conscious. he finally called 911. an ambulance got here at about 5am and laid me down on the floor (brandon had tried to get me up to go out to the car and take me to the ER, but i wasn't conscious, so he ended up putting me down on the floor, leaning against the wall). they tested me and the result was almost 500. it was wrong. apparently i had honey all over my hands and they hadn't wiped them off before testing. they tried again a minute later and it was at 40 again. they put in an IV with D50 (sugar stuff) and loaded me up with some frosting stuff. finally, about a half hour later, i was sitting on my own and talking coherently. lily slept through the whole thing.