Tuesday, June 3, 2008 @ 12:50 I was over at Ruby & Charlie's cleaning making some money & my cell phone rings….Cheryl Bug cell, so I pick up and say "Yes, Ma'am" and she's in a panic, "You need to get home right now & get him something to eat!" as I continue to say, "His sugar is low isn't it?" "yep she responds". I then proceed with what an idiot! Lol [at this point, I honestly didn't realize just HOW bad he was doing until I called Cheryl again to ask where they were. I got back to the house in 3 minutes and had a sandwich, glass of Gatorade, and some fast acting glucose gel Arctic Cherry Flavored READY. As I pace the house wondering WHEN are they gonna get here? He needs this NOW. I call Cheryl and she tells me how he couldn't even stand up on his own, how he kept saying he was fine yet was leaning on Jennifer. It was really bad! They even gave him a drink, cracker jacks, & on the way home he was eating sour patch kids. I told Cheryl for him to be like that, his sugar had to be under 40! When they pulled in, I made sure to have the glucose gel ready and began to give it to him even though he didn't want it. Then he decided it would be "CUTE" to swoosh it around in his mouth like mouthwash. BRAT!! Of course, I was laughing with him but also getting annoyed b/c I knew he obviously NEEDED it. Cheryl carried him inside and put him on the couch. We all then began telling him how much he needed to take the glucose and eat something. I also got out his test kit so I could test his blood sugar, which after the 2nd prick, it was 39!!!! OMG, we started to worry even more. He still continued to tell us "NO, I'm fine! I'm tired." Cheryl & Mo [their co-worker] continued to try and help me get him to eat something, but he kept refusing. At one point, he finally took a little glucose gel [and I mean VERY LITTLE], he also took a bite of the Tuna fish sandwich I had made but again, was being silly about it. All of a sudden he says, "trashcan" ….So I run to get the trashcan and I did run weird and as I'm bringing it to him he is giving me this look like, "why are you running like that?" and I responded with, "I thought you were gonna throw up" and just as I was in the middle of saying throw up and SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW all over it went!! And of course, I didn't have the LID off the trash before he barfed all over the living room & MY hand! I'm not one to gag but man oh man!! That one was horrible, and I gaged! It was all over my hand!! Bleh. But yea, Cheryl cleaned up almost all of it before she & Mo went back to work. Of course, Travis had to play around more, EVEN with Barf all over his pants. As we're trying to get him to eat something, drink something and take his glucose gel but of course, he wouldn't have it. I got him a pair of shorts to change into so he didn't spread his BARF everywhere but of course, that didn't happen. He felt like he needed to go get Kameron, which I was like, "NO, you won't listen & eat so you can't play until you do. Just like Kameron can't play if he doesn't listen." [I know, I'm one strict MOMMA. Hehe. So yea, finally he goes in his room and locks the door, I begin to FREAK out because I fear he's going to lay down and go to sleep, but to my surprise [as well as Cheryl's & Mo's] he comes out in his under roos, dancing around with an extra pair of clothes to change into after he takes a shower. They leave, he takes a shower, and then goes to his bed where he lays down and refuses to raise his sugar in ANY way shape or form. I call Cheryl to tell her he still won't take anything, so we both threaten to call MOM, wake up Dad & even call 911. NOTHING. He ignores it, might of moaned but nothing major. We hang up and Cheryl calls Mom, I go wake up dad and he comes in and tries to get him to talk and do what he needs to do. NOTHING….except for once he threw a fit saying, "I'm FINE!" later he did the same thing to me. By this point, I'm pricking his finger again to test his blood sugar. I couldn't get the test strip to work [amateur when it comes to the "SKILL" of glucose testers] Dad then calls 911 so the paramedics can help Travis. At this point, I'm walking around like a chicken with my head cut off, I called Cheryl to let her know, which actually turned into calling Jenn because Cheryl didn't answer her phone. Let her know he was non-responsive. I then called Uncle Larry so they all could know what was going on. I go back in the bedroom and sit next to him telling him help was on the way, balling my head of begging him to sit up and take some medicine. Words can NOT express how HELPLESS I felt at this point. I was *SO* incredibly scared he was about to go, right in my arms, at my FINGER tips. I wish Humans could be like birds and I could have just regurgitated in his mouth! [So gross I know] So there again, the waiting game [if you know me, I'm not that patient of a person & WAITING isn't one of my forte's] finally the paramedics come in and begin attending to him immediately as they ask me questions about the situation. I answer to the best of my ability; Mom is there by this point. They tested his glucose and it was at 42, risen, but not enough to make a difference. FINALLY after being poked & prodded he started to "COME TO" and of course, with that comes aggression [though he still wasn't himself at this point, had no clue what he was doing] He started to fight the paramedic until she hot his arms and told him if he was going to "FIGHT" her he needed to sit up and eat something or they were going to take him with them. My phone rang again and it was Cheryl, played phone tag with her then finally made contact and bless her heart, she was about to have a STROKE. I thought I was going to have to go pick her up on the side of the road she was breathing and crying so hard. She got there and went STRAIGHT to Trav's room. When Travis came to, he, of course, had to joke and flirt with the paramedic. "You're cute" he tells her.
It was truly an exhausting day. So many things kept running through my mind not to mention I had never had to deal with a situation to that magnitude in my life!! It was a REAL eye opener and I know when a diabetic is to the point of completely rejecting "help" [which is out of their control at this point] it is time for me to STEP UP and call the 3 digit Emergency number 9-1-1.
Travis is doing better to those wondering. We went to church last night & today he went to work. Still some sugar level issues, but hopefully we're going to get them under control. Please continue to keep Trav in your thoughts & prayers.
Sorry it took so long for me to finally get this up. But yea, I've been really tired. Being that I was sick right up to Tuesday Morning.
