A Little Story
I was working the fireworks booth for work the other day
when we finally got a customer. I was helping him pick out the giant Komodo
firework when I stopped and said, “I know you”! He looked at me kind of funny
so I proceeded to ask if he knew my husband. He then perked up and I continued
to tell him that I was my husband’s wife and we met in the emergency room a
couple of years ago. Then the people working the booth became interested and
realized there had to be a great story there….well maybe not such a great
story, but it is a story at that.
It all started with me working in the yard at my husband
place, because that was the one place he agreed to let me start messing with
before we were married so that his roommate wouldn’t feel pushed out. I began
to gut the front yard of weeds and plants that I felt were ugly. It was
summertime in Fresno, which if any of you don’t know what that’s like you are
lucky, because it is crazy hot and dry and gross. I started to feel funny like
my sugars were going low, I decided to stop what I was in the middle of and
grab something to eat. I ate for a little bit and sprawled out on the couch for
a breather. I looked at the clock and realized I had a couple of hours until
date night with the hubs and rested for a little bit.
When I started to feel better I took a quick shower and
changed my clothes. My stomach started to act up. I decided to check my blood
sugars, which were high in the 200’s. I gave myself some insulin and waited
patiently for my husband to arrive. When he got to the house we got in the car
and went to a teppen-yaki restaurant. We sat down, my stomach was still
bothering me, I checked my blood sugars again and they had gone even higher and
were now in the 300’s, I thought maybe my body was still digesting lunch because
it was mixed with protein fat and carbs. I gave myself a shot of insulin for
the meal I was about to eat and for the high blood sugar.
As we began to eat, I realized I could not get enough water
or diet Pepsi (yes I decided to have both) into my system and my stomach was
killing me. It was hard to keep every bite I took down, but it was teppen-yaki
the best thing ever! I didn’t want to tell my husband at the time because I was
so excited about our date night. After the longest meal of my life I gave into
the discomfort. We got into the car and I asked him if we could just go back to
his house because my stomach was bothering me. When we got to the house, the
only thing I could do was lay in the fetal position on the couch. I text my
sister the situation and she kept telling me to go to the ER, but I refused, to
me that felt like I was weak and being dramatic. I waited an hour with my
husband looking more and more concerned, he was also telling me to go to the ER,
I finally gave in.
We arrived at the ER, they got me in a bed right away. My
sugars were now in the 500’s and refusing to go down, the doctors were afraid
to give me any insulin because I had already administered the amount to help
the high blood sugar. They hooked me up to an IV, which I hate because they flush
your veins with cold water and hospitals are already as cold as they can be. I
sat in the hospital bed while my husband called my parents, my sister, and our
good friends. My stomach was still killing me and I couldn’t get comfortable to
save my life. My parents were concerned, but we told them not to worry about
coming and that I would probably be fine within the hour, but that we would
call if that changed. My sister came to the hospital right away and was the
most panicked I think I have ever seen her. She knew how I looked when my
diabetes was acting up and her pale green sister was a scary sight. But she
tried to not panic because she knows it drove me crazy when people fussed over
me. Then my friend came in the room. I told her I felt silly but that my
stomach was killing me more than anything. While we were talking I could feel
the vomit ready to erupt out of my throat. I told her I was going to throw up
and to get out of the room, which she did for a moment, but then came back in
to hold my hair back. In case any of you were wondering Tempen yaki does not
taste as good coming back up as it does going down. I thanked her feeling like
a complete idiot; I hate looking/feeling vulnerable, but was happy that she was
there to help me out.
The doctors came in to clean up my vomit and ask how I was
doing I mentioned that my stomach was still killing me. They gave me a drug to
help with the nausea, only to discover a few hours later that I was allergic to
it. One of the signs that you are allergic is becoming a complete nutcase that
can’t sit still to save their life. My poor husband must have thought I was
possessed. The next step was to give me an injection of Benadryl that would
help counter the effects of the other drug. By this time a gentlemen in an EMT
uniform walked by and I heard my husband say “hey!” then start talking to the
man in the uniform. He then proceeds to introduce me. I was feeling a little
better still holding my vomit bucket just in case and tried to play it cool as
if I wasn’t in a hospital gown/bed/ER. He was perfectly nice and we made a few
jokes about the awkwardness of that moment. But I have to admit what a way to
make a first impression I am pretty sure I will always remember this man.
So, there you have it. The story of how I recognized the man
buying the Komodo firework. The story doesn’t really revolve around him, but it
brought some comedy to a dramatic situation.
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