Monday, August 21, 2006
The Big Red Kit
The OC people know where this is going....
O had a friend sleep over last night. Sam is a girl she met at camp. They were in the same cabin and she lives one town over from us. She's a very nice girl and I'm thrilled O has found a friend close to home - she's been pining a bit for our old town and her old friends.
Anyway. This morning, O came into my room, stood there very calmly and said "Sam's blood sugar is 41 and I can't wake her up." Well. You never saw anyone move from one room to another so fast. I went into O's room and Sam was lying there, not moving. I grabbed O's emergency kit out of her diabetes cabinet and pulled out the insta-glucose. When I asked her to open her mouth, she did, but I couldn't really get her to eat the stuff. Plus, I was afraid she'd choke. So I got out the glucagon. I have never, in nearly 9 years of dealing with diabetes, had to use glucagon (knock wood, turn around three times, go outside and spit). I mixed it up and drew up half of it into a regular syringe - the needle in the kit is friggin' huge. I'd be pissed if someone injected that into me. I gave her half and checked her again. 31. Not good. So I gave her the other half. During all this drama, The Bug is shrieking, O is pacing back and forth and The Boo is having a meltdown. Made for a very soothing atmosphere. Oy.
Finally, she started to come around. She was still groggy and looking at me like she had no clue who I was, but her eyes were open and she was following commands, like "Give me your finger, so I can check your blood sugar again." I think I checked her eight times in ten minutes. She ate about ten glucose tabs and then a 13g bowl of applesauce. Thirty minutes later, she was up to 227, but dropped to 140 within 10 minutes, so I had her eat a pb&j sandwich and didn't give her any insulin for it. On the way home, she checked again and was 290.
The kid was so calm during all this. I wasn't externally freaking out, but internally, I was all "What the fu-hu-hu-hu-hu-huck? Where's the glucagon? Where's the tabs? Where's the meter? Why can't I get a test strip in the fucking meter? Oooglybooglyooglyboogly."
She said she'd only had to use glucagon once before, about a year ago. She just wasn't fazed. Neither was her grandmother when I dropped her off. If someone had dropped my kid off and told me she'd had to have glucagon, I would have given her the third degree and wanted to know every last detail.
I hope that doesn't happen again any time soon. My nerves can't handle it.