interesting day
So, suicidal diabetics are rather entertaining.
Jeremiah's blood sugar dropped and he got depressed and angry at himself for not being a good enough boyfriend to me. And he wanted to take a shot of insulin so he could die.
Which, to the people playing at home, means I was sitting next to him, begging and crying for him to eat some skittles or drink some soda.
For a while I started threatening to shove the candy up his ass so it would get digested that way and into his blood sugar.
I tried to hid his insulin and had to scream at him when he was trying to get it into his needle. I took his needle away, and went to hid that, before realizing he just went back to the bedroom where he keeps his big box of them. So I had to get the bottle away from him too.
He slipped and fell down, which gave me enough time to go hid the bottle.
He got depressed about not being good enough for me. Lashed out to try and get me to break up with him. And started hallucinating because of the low blood sugar. He got angry at me for stopping him from hurting himself, and then got angry at himself for making me cry. And was convinced he had been beating me up or something when he was slapping at me. But he hits me harder when we're sparring for fun, so it wasn't like I was in harms way or anything.
Eventually he realized he needed sugar and that I wasn't going to let him die. So he ate the skittles and grapes and soda, and calmed down. And apologized a lot. I told him no need, since I was just happy he was still here. <3
Jeremiah's blood sugar dropped and he got depressed and angry at himself for not being a good enough boyfriend to me. And he wanted to take a shot of insulin so he could die.
Which, to the people playing at home, means I was sitting next to him, begging and crying for him to eat some skittles or drink some soda.
For a while I started threatening to shove the candy up his ass so it would get digested that way and into his blood sugar.
I tried to hid his insulin and had to scream at him when he was trying to get it into his needle. I took his needle away, and went to hid that, before realizing he just went back to the bedroom where he keeps his big box of them. So I had to get the bottle away from him too.
He slipped and fell down, which gave me enough time to go hid the bottle.
He got depressed about not being good enough for me. Lashed out to try and get me to break up with him. And started hallucinating because of the low blood sugar. He got angry at me for stopping him from hurting himself, and then got angry at himself for making me cry. And was convinced he had been beating me up or something when he was slapping at me. But he hits me harder when we're sparring for fun, so it wasn't like I was in harms way or anything.
Eventually he realized he needed sugar and that I wasn't going to let him die. So he ate the skittles and grapes and soda, and calmed down. And apologized a lot. I told him no need, since I was just happy he was still here. <3