The Diabetic Partner Follies, Act 5: Sweating the Details

Welcome again to the Diabetic Partner Follies, the sharing forum for the people who spend their lives with the PWDs (people with diabetes). I’m so glad we launched the Follies, because I for one had NO IDEA what the “others” went through. The variety of experiences never ceases to amaze me!

Take a read below about how seemingly trivial things can loom large when you’re under stress. God, if I were the wife in this story, this would so be me!

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When my husband’s hypo episodes happen in the middle of the night, it’s usually summertime and it’s usually because he’s been working in the yard and didn’t compensate correctly. Most of the time I can get him out of the hypo by getting him to drink some juice (luckily he sleeps on his side, because I’d never be able to move him.) But, occasionally his teeth are clenched and there is no way I can get the juice in him, so I have to call the paramedics to give him a dose of glucose intravenously. We’ve tried glucagon, but it makes him very ill, so I don’t do that anymore. Once I’ve determined that I can’t do anymore for him – and after I’ve called 911 – I usually look around my bedroom and say “UGH.” Then I frantically clean my room so that the paramedics don’t think we’re complete slobs. Yes, my husband is on the verge of death and I’m cleaning my bedroom – I know that sounds awful but…

I often think, “Why couldn’t he have had this episode after cleaning the house all day long?”

One night we were out to dinner and ran into a man that looked familiar to us, but we really didn’t know who he was. He came up to us and said, “The last time I saw you two, was in your bedroom.” Needless to say, we were stunned for a bit, until we realized that he was the paramedic that had visited us a few months prior.

I wonder if he noticed how clean my bedroom was?

– J.Z.
Akron, NY

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5 Responses

  1. Jo
    Jo August 24, 2006 at 2:29 am | | Reply

    My husband would say, “Just like a girl” LOL … My God Bless you — and make him eat some choclate before going to bed!

  2. Scott K. Johnson
    Scott K. Johnson August 24, 2006 at 7:39 am | | Reply

    That’s pretty funny…

    I can totally see it.

  3. Kassie
    Kassie August 24, 2006 at 11:03 am | | Reply

    Not only can I see it… I’ve lived it! The one time I had to call 911 for my husband, who woke (er, didn’t wake up)low one Sunday morning, I had actually cleaned the whole apartment the night before!

    Except for one area: a corner of our bedroom where I had piled ALL the dirty laundry (too much for baskets) in preparation for a visit to the laundry room the next day.

    The EMTs had to climb over it to get to him.

  4. AnnaQ
    AnnaQ August 25, 2006 at 12:42 pm | | Reply

    Ah yes, I remember those midnight “forced-juicing”. After trying many different methods (and ugh, sticky juice all over the bed & pillows), I landed on a children’s medicine dropper. Glucose gel also works well to squirk through clenched teeth.

    But (hooray) those days seem to be gone because hubby’s on a CGMS and we haven’t had one so-low-he’s-unconscious episode.

  5. kent
    kent July 15, 2009 at 5:57 pm | | Reply

    My wife just had a hypo event – she has one every three days, over the alst 40 years, and I am at end of my rope. I wish I had never met her. That’s how bad it is.

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