WOW! What A Weekend…Not Good!

Wednesday was a normal day for us as a retired couple.  Ran our errands, did our grocery shopping, etc.  Thursday was a different story.

Hubby is a diabetic.  He woke up Thursday not feeling good. This is normal for him. He has good days and not so good days.  This day he was feeling sick.  Well that was ok because he had an appointment out at the VA clinic with his diabetic doctor.  As the morning progressed, he felt worse. He had nausea, vomiting and diarrhea.  He said he was not going to his appointment because he felt bad.  I, being a retired nurse, told him he needed to go.  Him, being a man and stubbornness being ingrained in his DNA, refused.  He canceled his appointment.

I was angry to say the least and let him know.  Not a good idea.  That just increased his stubbornness.

By the end of the day I was telling him he needed to go to the hospital.  He flat out refused.

He wasn’t eating but was drinking water.  I offered all kinds of stomach soothing foods, but he would have none of it.

Friday arrives and there is no improvement.  I keep insisting that he needs to go to the hospital to no avail.  By Friday evening I’m desperate!  I know something is terribly wrong. But he is more and more adamant about not going.

I ended up calling my oldest who is a 911 dispatcher/supervisor at work.  He left work and came immediately to the house.  Hubby gave him no argument about getting in his car and going to the ER.

He was taken back almost immediately, thanks to paramedics my son knows.

They did lab work and started IV’s (2).  Doc came in and assessed him  Blood sugar, according to a finger stick was high, same as what we got at home.

Blood sugar per lab values was 722. Doc told him he was in diabetic ketoacidosis, a life threatening condition, that causes nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and confusion/personality changes.  They started an insulin drip and gave him 3 liters of IV normal saline to help flush some of that sugar  from his system.

Finally he was transferred to ICU on the insulin drip.  He remained in ICU all of Saturday and most of Sunday.  By evening, he had been transferred to a floor.

He doesn’t remember much of what happened Friday.  He knows he went to the hospital, but that’s about it.  He should be discharged today (Monday) or tomorrow.

The purpose of this post is for all of you out there dealing with a loved one who is a diabetic.  Call for help if you know something is not right, regardless of what the diabetic is telling you.  Call a family member or the police or paramedics.  Better safe than sorry.

ETA:  He came home yesterday evening. Still not 100%. Working on that.

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