This day started off with a bang – or maybe more like a crash – although we didn’t hear it or even know about it for a while. The first sound I actually heard was the telephone. It was about 6:30. It was Mom – near hysterical. Pat is in trouble, she has called an ambulance, she needs my help.
So I get dressed – sort of; I pull jeans and a sweatshirt over my pajamas and slip into some shoes – and trot through the snow to Mom’s house. Pat is half-off their bed just wearing pajama pants and babbling incoherently. Mom tells me he was foaming at the mouth and saying “Just shoot me, just shoot me, I want to die.”
The babbling and foaming at the mouth remind me of past times when his blood sugar dropped into the 20’s so I ask her if she has checked his blood sugar. She says “No, he’s not sweating, if his blood sugar goes down he sweats like a horse.” Continue reading “An Eventful Day”