God damn...
Okay, so I finally lay down and go to bed, about 10 mins after I fall asleep I hear a loud bang on the floor upstairs, which sounded like something heavy being dropped. About a minute later I hear it again. Shortly after, I hear someone run down the stairs and I know something's up. So I get dressed and go upstairs and there's something wrong with my dad, he's laying on the floor in his room, on his back completely out of it. My mom and my brother are already there freaking out. He's laying on his back repeating "It's not the right time... today's the wrong day." over and over. Then he would start snoring. I already knew what was going on.. he's diabetic and his blood sugar was way too low. So i tell my mom to call an amberlamps. I reach down and grab his hands, he's completely drenched in sweat, and heave him up to his feet to try to get him to sit down on the bed. As I pull him up, he looks at me and says "who are you..?" I'm freakin'. He eventually lurches over and falls onto the bed and begins snoring and repeating "today's not the day.... it's not the right time... etc." My brother comes in with a glass of pop and we try to get him to drink so he can get some sugar in him. he's not drinking, just letting it dribble out of his mouth saying "what is this?". Wouldn't drink. Just looking around, repeating that stuff and saying "who are you?". Eventually the paramedics show up and they wont come in with the dogs around, so they tell us to lock 'em up. In trying to coral the two, our shepherd slips and falls, hurting her already bad legs and hips. Finally the paramedics come in and begin to work on my dad, hooking up an IV to his arm and pumping him with some sugar. He eventually comes out of it, thank god, and appears to be doing better now. Come to find out his blood sugar was 35. He almost went into a coma.
I dunno how much more stress I can handle.