Yesterday I had to take my husband to the er.
He has diabetes that is easily controlled with meds, diet and excercise however, he hates taking the meds, does not like eating the healthier foods I prepare and hates excercise more than I do.
What set this stressful episode off was our trip to Puerto Rico where we celebrated his birthday, we spent 5 1/2 days there and he drank alcohol every day several times a day and only took his meds once while we were there because he believed that drinking while on meds would not have a good outcome. He chose drink over meds. He also consumed a lot of water and soda and complained of a dry mouth the entire time.
We returned home and he still consumed liquids, alcohol included, until the beginning of June which marked the end of his birthday month. He complained still of a severely dry mouth and fatigue. It concerned me the entire time because I knew he was harming himself but he refused to listen to me. I continuously asked him to check his sugar count and take his meds but he would not. Finally I got him to check it and it simply read "Hi", no number just "Hi". I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital and he said no, I asked if he would go to our doctor and he agreed.
We get to the doc's and they measure his blood sugar and it read almost 450, they sent him to the er. We were there for over two hours while they pumped fluids in him and gave him insulin. One of the things they stressed to him was had he waited any longer it could have led to a diabetic coma.
I have told my husband, more than once, that I am too young to be a widow. I mean that, burying him and mourning him at my age is not on my life agenda. I pray that after this episode he finally realizes that life is too precious.
Peace and blessings wonderful people!
Jai ar
