prism
12-14-2004, 01:49 AM
....it must be" I said to myself. as I came to and I was stareing directly into the overhead ceiling light and there's 6 hunky medics standing surrounding me(and the one behind me was petting my head) as I'm practically standing on my head, my with my feet up on the bed and I'm all tangled up in my exchange bag lines
ah dammit whaddya mean it was just a wicked bad insulin reaction? okay so last wednesday evening I had been running around all afternoon and that evening I came home and I took my insulin and I went upstairs to do my exchange at my desk and i was getting ready to eat dinner and well then the phone rang and before I could start eating my dinner I decided that I wanted to put my feet up on my bed. so I did and then WHAP...I went out.
like an hour later my son is in his room turns off his stereo to go to sleep and he hears this really bizzare moaning noise coming from my room. so he opens the door and there I have fallen backyard with my body across the desk chair and the top part of my body has fallen through the chair arm and the back of it so that I'm resting on my shoulder and my head is like an inch off the floor and my feet are still up on the bed. oh but the best part was I was having convulsions and my exchange bag lines were tangled all around me but somehow not around my neck. well he knew that he was't going to be able to just give me some juice so he called 911.
tada...they got into their shiney firetrucks and ambulances and drove around the corner(seriously it woulda be faster for them to walk.) after sereval tries they got a IV started to get some dextrose into me and I start to come to and some guy keeps saying "Nancy, wake up....wake up Nancy" and I open my eyes and i'm still almost standing on my head so that i'm looking directly into the round ceiling light and there's these 6 oh so incredibly hot firemen/medics in their uniforms surrounding me.....where else could I have been if not in heaven?
oh yeah and if any of them know how to read thay haveta know that I love Pearl Jam not just from looking around my room but cause I was wearing a PJ tee too :bigsm:
ah dammit whaddya mean it was just a wicked bad insulin reaction? okay so last wednesday evening I had been running around all afternoon and that evening I came home and I took my insulin and I went upstairs to do my exchange at my desk and i was getting ready to eat dinner and well then the phone rang and before I could start eating my dinner I decided that I wanted to put my feet up on my bed. so I did and then WHAP...I went out.
like an hour later my son is in his room turns off his stereo to go to sleep and he hears this really bizzare moaning noise coming from my room. so he opens the door and there I have fallen backyard with my body across the desk chair and the top part of my body has fallen through the chair arm and the back of it so that I'm resting on my shoulder and my head is like an inch off the floor and my feet are still up on the bed. oh but the best part was I was having convulsions and my exchange bag lines were tangled all around me but somehow not around my neck. well he knew that he was't going to be able to just give me some juice so he called 911.
tada...they got into their shiney firetrucks and ambulances and drove around the corner(seriously it woulda be faster for them to walk.) after sereval tries they got a IV started to get some dextrose into me and I start to come to and some guy keeps saying "Nancy, wake up....wake up Nancy" and I open my eyes and i'm still almost standing on my head so that i'm looking directly into the round ceiling light and there's these 6 oh so incredibly hot firemen/medics in their uniforms surrounding me.....where else could I have been if not in heaven?
oh yeah and if any of them know how to read thay haveta know that I love Pearl Jam not just from looking around my room but cause I was wearing a PJ tee too :bigsm: