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From: Eagle on 13 Jun 2008 00:08
Hello everyone, especially Chloe,

Last night I had a bad drug reaction and ended up
in the ER this morning. Thankfully my SO is living
with me and called 9-1-1. I'm pretty sure that I'd
not be here tonight if it weren't for her.

Take care,

David
From: Eleonore Beaudoin on 13 Jun 2008 00:35
"Eagle" (FlyLikeAnEagle(a)United.Com) writes:
> Hello everyone, especially Chloe,
>
> Last night I had a bad drug reaction and ended up
> in the ER this morning. Thankfully my SO is living
> with me and called 9-1-1. I'm pretty sure that I'd
> not be here tonight if it weren't for her.
>
> Take care,
>
> David


God sent an angle to take care of another, seems to me:)
Gad your gfriend was there!!! Beware of drugs as my parents always
said!:)
Are you all okay now? What was it you had taken, and howcome a reaction
you dr did not know of??
New meds? mix wiht some other thing not supposed to take at samwe time?

Was an accident, right? Yu not down or anything??

C
From: Eagle on 13 Jun 2008 06:58
To clarify for anyone interested,

I was diagnosed with insulin dependant diabeties about
27 years ago. Its a rollercoaster ride only a diabetic
can understand. Anyway I was okay for several hours
before going to bed; no indication of a problem. By
2:00AM my SO noticed me in convulsions and sweating;
she couldn't get me to respond. I was probably an
hour or two from a fatal low. She didn't know about
my injectable sugar, so called 9-1-1 and let the
medics handle it. It took about a half hour for me
to "wake up" with the IV glucose. She handled it like
a trouper and is sure to be there in the future.

David
From: Eleonore Beaudoin on 13 Jun 2008 08:40
"Eagle" (FlyLikeAnEagle(a)United.Com) writes:
> To clarify for anyone interested,
>
> I was diagnosed with insulin dependant diabeties about
> 27 years ago. Its a rollercoaster ride only a diabetic
> can understand. Anyway I was okay for several hours
> before going to bed; no indication of a problem. By
> 2:00AM my SO noticed me in convulsions and sweating;
> she couldn't get me to respond. I was probably an
> hour or two from a fatal low. She didn't know about
> my injectable sugar, so called 9-1-1 and let the
> medics handle it. It took about a half hour for me
> to "wake up" with the IV glucose. She handled it like
> a trouper and is sure to be there in the future.
>
> David


That can be a very scary thing for the diabetic one to live, too! The fear
of slipping into coma without any forewarning signs...Makes one feel as if
it can happen "anytime" and in itself it can induce a post traumatic reaction:
living wiht the impression that death is imminent, ad that each minute
could be one's last, with, of course a feeling of having absolutely no
control over any of it...

Glad you gfriend called 911, because maybe your injection by then would
not have been enough. At least, 911 can let one know wht is best to do,
and from there they can see if more is needed and adjust to get you back!

With Graves, the matabolism being so accelerated, sugar is burnt at the
speed of light,when Graves peaks. I had a few close calls, i.e. napping or
sleeping at night and getting in a bad shape, at the doorstep of an
iriversible coma. Happened maybe 8 times. Not at convulsion point though
ever. Just slipping through the doorway, say.

My dogs would then wake me up by constantly moving and pushing me with
their nose, at times. I then was unconscious first from being asleep,
second, in not realizing as I struggled to wake up with all my might, that
"I was struggling to wake up". Once awake, my beathing was abnormal, my
face swollen and my nose too, somehow, making it hard to breath, having to
breath through my mouth...I then woudl slowly become conscious enough t
*feel* somethign was wrong, until I would vaguely "know" somethign was
wrong. But thak God the thirst always made me go for soemthign cold, and I
woudl reach for a pop in the fridge by habit: I had learned to drink those
for sugar intake...

But there were times when my dogs were too old, and Eat-Eat incapable of
walking/getting up on his wn, and being so old as to himself live in a
sort of constant daze, and sleep like he was himself completely out of it.
He was the one that would wake me up in all the ways he could before.

Those times, soemthing happened that saved my life. Twice, it was like
just about when the door was about to close, and any consciousness no
longer reachable. The voie of my (deceased) father woudl call my name so
firm and imperatively, it got through my unconconsciousnes both times and
made me react like when I was a kid and he would call me. Your name being
called was like an order: ya better getthere or selse, sort of child
impression.
And each time my unconscious (can one say subconscious in such a state?)
woudl react like the child I used to be, by a childhood habit in reaction
to the call, and I woudl triple fight to wake up then...to answer the
ordered name, mine! Those were the closest calls, and both times my dad
saved my life. It also happened when I fell asleep in the tub one day.
Not in my habits because my father was always exactly afraid we would
drown in the tub. If he feared we had fallen asleep hearing no noise in
the washroom, he would get at the washroom door, listen for a noie then
call our name.
That time I fell asleep all right, and heard his voice so loud and clear
waking e up that I actually shook myself and answered still all sleepy
groggy "It' iookay dad! I<m awake!!" real loud like when I used to answer
him when he was alive and waiting for an answer behind the door.

One of my sisters became hypoglycemic as she got older. One day I told her
about that and after a silence, she added in a low tyone, like a onfidence
tone, that the exact same happened to her: dad waking her up when she
would be about to slip into a coma, and waking her up once as she fell
asleep in the tub...In both our cases, the sleeping in the tub camne with
a mild hypoglycemia crisis settling in, since we both were conditioned as
kids to not let ourself fall asleep in the tub in the first palce! It
woudl not take a deeper slip into unconsciousness to drown in a tub, so we
were lucky. Talking about that,. be sure to never lock the door to the
washroom, just by safety habit.

Thank God for loved ones, huh?

But of course, must be reassuring to know tha someone i there at night,
and will be there to look after you!! Sure is reassuring for me to read
anyway!:)

I hope your body recuperates fast, and that you can rest well, knowingshe
watches over you, and to not stress out the body further by worying.
It is said thatwith every problem will come the solution. Ubnfortunately
it is not a solution towards immortality (yet?), and we all will develop
ths or that as we age, which still might ot be what will take us to the
Max Level. But it might be an angel loved one, to watch over us physically
and not just spiritually anymore, and the ove and warmth and reassurance
we need when we most need it.

Very, very happy you found your angel, and that she found you, because
God never makes huan being, as loving as they may be, be at the service of
another like a slave would be: they too find their match in it:).

Anyt other kind of match is not God sent, simply:)


Be well!

Chloe




From: Darkfalz on 15 Jun 2008 04:32
On Jun 13, 2:08 pm, "Eagle" <FlyLikeAnEa...(a)United.Com> wrote:
> Hello everyone, especially Chloe,
>
> Last night I had a bad drug reaction and ended up
> in the ER this morning.  Thankfully my SO is living
> with me and called 9-1-1.  I'm pretty sure that I'd
> not be here tonight if it weren't for her.
>
> Take care,
>
> David

Wish I had a SO.

Why am I not allowed... spose I know the answer but boy is it unfair.

:(
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