Scared
Okay, so I've been a little MIA for a few days.
Friday I had one hell of a headache at work, it hurt so bad and I just wanted to go home but I felt awful and just shaky and weak soooo...it was Friday night, my doctor's office closed at 4: 00, so I went home and told my mom I was feeling really bad could she take me to the urgent care clinic down the road. She did and then all hell broke loose.
By the time I got seen by a doctor (nurse practitioner actually) according to my mom, I had broke out in a cold sweat in the waiting room and turned this ashy shade of grey/green (I don't remember this), I was slurring my words and repeating myself to the nurse, they took my blood sugar and it was 43 (normal blood sugar levels are between 90 and 110). As many of you know I am diabetic, most of the time my problem is getting my blood sugar to stay down! They had me drink like two cups of orange juice and still my sugar levels were only at like 46 so long story short, they called an ambulance and took me to the emergency room were I was for 3 hours until my levels went up to 98. Still felt like shit the next two days.
Had to go to the doctor yesterday and he decided to change one of my meds because it was obviously dropping my sugar way too low (go figure, it worked too well).
Taking a new med and have to go see a nutritionist and start excercising more.
The scary part? The nurse practitioner told me if I had gone home and gone to bed because I didn't feel well, I would have never woken back up.
I hate this disease!!!! I hate that it controls me and not the other way around. I hate that it makes me feel weak and spineless and like I have no will power.
And it scares me!!!
Friday I had one hell of a headache at work, it hurt so bad and I just wanted to go home but I felt awful and just shaky and weak soooo...it was Friday night, my doctor's office closed at 4: 00, so I went home and told my mom I was feeling really bad could she take me to the urgent care clinic down the road. She did and then all hell broke loose.
By the time I got seen by a doctor (nurse practitioner actually) according to my mom, I had broke out in a cold sweat in the waiting room and turned this ashy shade of grey/green (I don't remember this), I was slurring my words and repeating myself to the nurse, they took my blood sugar and it was 43 (normal blood sugar levels are between 90 and 110). As many of you know I am diabetic, most of the time my problem is getting my blood sugar to stay down! They had me drink like two cups of orange juice and still my sugar levels were only at like 46 so long story short, they called an ambulance and took me to the emergency room were I was for 3 hours until my levels went up to 98. Still felt like shit the next two days.
Had to go to the doctor yesterday and he decided to change one of my meds because it was obviously dropping my sugar way too low (go figure, it worked too well).
Taking a new med and have to go see a nutritionist and start excercising more.
The scary part? The nurse practitioner told me if I had gone home and gone to bed because I didn't feel well, I would have never woken back up.
I hate this disease!!!! I hate that it controls me and not the other way around. I hate that it makes me feel weak and spineless and like I have no will power.
And it scares me!!!