Decisions
This morning, I had the pleasure of trying to figure out which would kill me faster: trouble breathing or low blood sugar.
When I broached this to my friends, they seriously answered seriously. Seriously, I'm a m*therf*cking medic. Of course I know the correct answer.
Yes, shortness of air will kill me faster. Low blood glucose will inhibit my brain from functioning.
I needed a breathing treatment but would not be able to eat while receiving it. Instead, I almost passed out going downstairs to use my rescue inhaler, planning on eating afterwards, then giving myself a steroid breathing treatment.
Now, I'm trying to figure out how to have an albuterol inhaler on each floor of my house. Also, Fallon is trying to figure out how to get me to wear a life alert button after she buys me one.