So I had this amusing dream yesterday in which my husband was coaxing me to drink orange juice because my blood sugar was low (I am a juvenile diabetic) and I wasn’t able to swallow it so it was running down the front of my shirt. Then suddenly the paramedics were right there in our house. I was kind of laughing in the middle of the dream thinking “this is so funny! I’m dreaming that there are paramedics here talking to me. OUCH! Now I’m dreaming that they started an IV. Damn, that hurt! Waaaait a secoooond…

Yes, that’s right. It actually happened. My husband came home from work and had to call 911 and get the paramedics to come and revive me because I was too out of it to be able to get anything with sugar down. It turns out that some medication I’ve been on has been causing my blood sugar to drop very rapidly in the last month and a half. I’ve had a couple of scares but none as bad as this one and it scared me. I hate this feeling of being out of control. I’ve had twelve years of relatively successful diabetic control and now things are spinning out from under me. I’ll be seeing my doctor to change the medication. Talk about a wake up call though. I think I scared my hubby out of 2 or 3 years of his life.

You never know how complex your organs are until you try and do their job for them. The pancreas is incredibly unbelievable. Even when I am putting all my mental effort into trying to maintain stable blood sugar I feel like I am only doing a half-assed job compared to how precisely a normally functioning pancreas regulates blood sugar. It’s absolutely miraculous. I just wish I had one that worked.