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Tuesday, February 09, 2010


This past weekend was the weekend from hell. I was looking forward to having a quiet weekend and watching the Super Bowl - but we had other issues to deal with.

Theson had been feeling quite tired and exceedingly thirsty for days, so I made him an appointment with our family doctor (I suspected diabetes), and he voluntarily fasted, in case labs would be prescribed. Good call there.

We hurried home from the hospital, stopping at the grocery store for last minute items, since we were expecting a huge snowstorm. By the time we got in the house, there was a message on the answering machine from the doc...his sugar levels were dangerously high and he recommended that he get back to the ER as soon as possible. Theson was considered "totally dry" and needed to be re-hydrated - at least four liters of fluids.

Since the snow was already falling and it was possible that he would be admitted, he drove himself over to the hospital. He called me as soon as he got there, and the waiting began. After three hours, he called and said they were probably admitting him - ON AN INSULIN DRIP. Now I become the worried mother, which I do so very well.

It never fails, you never want something so bad, as when you can't have it....in other words, the snow was accumulating rapidly, and I knew I couldn't drive to the hospital to see my son - and the anguish sets in as well. He was being admitted to ICU - as that is the protocol for one on such an IV infusion. (His other option was pediatrics - he balked). Patients do not have phone's in ICU, but he was allowed to use his cell, since he truly wasn't incapacitated...but as luck would have it, he didn't have a phone charger with him and the phone died by late evening.

To make a long story short, he is now home, my neighbor did take me over Sunday to see him (relief), and now he is on an insulin regimen at home. This is all new to us, but he is doing real well.

I got to watch the Super Bowl with thegrandson (thedaughter was at work), and I was texting three different people during the entire game - just shoot me now. I was quite happy with the Saints win - and that BALLSY ONSIDE KICK!!

But the apex of the weekend had to be listening to the bits and pieces of Palin's Teaparty speech (couldn't pay me enough for a speech by her in its entirety)!! I must love pain to even consider turning the channel.

I can assure everyone, her intelligence quotient has not risen any since I last posted about her. Hell, she has even re-invented her own palm-prompter! As for the "hopey - changey thing" she referenced....I still have hope and change is downright necessary.

As for her getting irate over the "retard" comments...I say GET A FUCKING GRIP!!! She should actually open the dictionary and read the definition of the word. It means "slow" and that is not derogatory, just factual. Sarah Palin, from the bottom of my heart...YOU ARE retarded. Without your palm prompter and speech writers (bad ones at that), your word salads should be coherant - hasn't happened yet! Colbert handles all this quite well here:

The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
Sarah Palin Uses a Hand-O-Prompter
Colbert Report Full EpisodesPolitical HumorEconomy

We are now getting another snow storm, and theson has gone in town to get a glucometer - since the pharmacy had NONE yesterday. I only hope he can get his truck home.


Mommy Lisa said...

I hope theson got his glucometer and got home safely.

Wow. What a shock.

Complaint Department Manager said...

Best wishes to the beloved offspring.

Now, let me get this straight, do I get 3 "guesses" or 3 "choices"? I will say, she is one of three I'm thinking of.

Nan said...

Sorry to hear about Theson, but maybe once he gets the numbers down he'll be able to just do oral meds.

And it didn't take three guesses - one was more than enough.

Sue said...

Glad theson will be ok, that's a scary story but luckily diabetes does have symptoms that are recognizable so you can get treatment fast.

We're about to get our second blizzard in a week, it's been wild but I actually like it. Some years we get no snow at all, why have winter if you can't have snow with it!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Holy crap, you people better start taking better care of yourselves. ;o) I can't afford to lose any liberal buddies.

Cali said...

Words fail me when it comes to Caribou Barbie. And what was with that Laura Petrie hairdo?

As for the son, if one must become diabetic, there has never been a better time. It's so much easier to eat well and still eat what one likes now than it ever has been! I cannot recommend agave syrup as a sugar substitute enough! It's like honey, only thin and even sweeter with a low glycemic index. I haven't met anyone who has tried it and didn't like it.

Good luck to you, the son and everyone dealing with blizzards.

Anonymous said...

Here's hoping both of you get better soon.

Peruby said...

Sending warm wishes your way for smoother sailing. You need a break. Snuggle in. Take care of each other. These are indeed trying times.

Kulkuri said...

I got a free Freestyle Lite meter on-line from Abbott. Here's the site: http://www.myfreestyle.com/fs/d/en_US/70.10:10/freestyle-promise-program
Also signed up for a card that discounts the test strips. Don't know exactly how much it knocks off but with insurance and the card I got 100 test strips for a little over $20 instead of $100.

As for the other, I won't even comment on the Hemorrhoid!!

Mnmom said...

That woman is some piece of work. Why isn't the GOP embarrased? Haven't they got anyone better to offer up? Seriously - there has to be SOMEONE who can string together a sentence, and not read off their f-ing retarded hand!!

Lisa G. said...

I had a similar thing happen to me in college. One of my good friends (a guy) invited me down to be a date for one of his friends at a military dance. I went by his frat the next day and he couldn't even get out of bed. He had been complaining for weeks about being thirsty, his eyesight wasn't right, he was really tired all the time, etc. I dressed him, had two of his frat brothers carry him to my car. I told him he had two choices - I could call his mom, or he could go to the hospital. He wisely chose the hospital.

The hospital was about 3 blocks away, but he couldn't remember how to get there. It took us about 25 minutes to finally find the damned thing. I brought him in, told them I was his finacee (so they'd let me in the room), and he was totally incoherent and passing in and out. They did one test, put him on an insulin drip and after about an hour, he was fine. When they started the drip, I called his mom. She got in her car (she was 3 hours away) to come down. By the time she got there Jim was totally fine, chatty, good mood, everything was fine. I looked like something the cat had dragged in - I had been out late the night before, no shower, got to the frat at 8 am because I was so worried about him, was convinced he was going to die on the way to the hospital, etc. The doctors told me he had been about 20 minutes away from a diabetic coma; luckily I was told that after I called his mom.

She came in and he looks fine and she said to me "Honey, you look like something the cat dragged in. Have you even eaten yet (this at about 3 in the afternoon)?" "Um,no." And she said, "we're leaving him here - where's your stuff?" "At the house (the frat house)." "We're going to get you a sandwich, I'll take you to the hotel, you can take a little nap, you can fix yourself up and then we'll go out to dinner. You'll stay overnight with me and drive home tomorrow, you can miss a day of school." And Jewel does NOT take no for an answer. You do what she says or she will kick your ass.

Good call on your part - diabetes is not something to fuck around with.