A week ago was a long Sunday. I spent the week putting together a Memorial Day slide show for the family members of the congregants who have served. That made for a long week and Sunday snuck up on me. One of our sunday school teachers is going through medical struggles and I completely spaced it out. I have subbed for him before and it wasn’t a problem. But it becomes one when you remember at 9pm Saturday night. I got to the church early to find an email about the church service at the nursing home and long-term care that churches in the area take care of. It’s at 2 pm and we were on the docket. Of the three main players who do this ministry: one was the one I was already subbing for, another was out of town at a wedding, and the third when asked knew nothing about it. The schedule had changed and we were unaware. I ran back to the house to get my guitar to throw something together. Church went fine that day. Immediately following Church, we had an elders meeting that lasted about 30 minutes and then I went to lunch with an elder where I ate a fabulously tasteing meal, but a diabetic nightmare. I led the church service at the homes and then ran home to get the dog. Dumbhead had drug every piece of trash out of the trashcan and spread it throughout the house. After 45 minutes of cleaning up after her, we hit the road headed to Topeka for Memorial day with the family. It was 3 1/2 hours after I wanted to leave, but at least I was finally on the road. I reached Concordia and realized that in my haste to leave, I had left my insulin at the house in Belleville. I had been so busy I had even forgot to take insulin Sunday. I was now running on 24 hours without any insulin and I could tell my blood sugar was sky-high. Three hours later I reached the Memorial/Graduation Family BBQ and I could barely function. I just sat there comatose. I stayed for about an hour and had to leave. I went to my parents house and sat on the couch to watch Game 7 of the NBA Eastern Conference finals. I hoped it would be a blow out, but I couldn’t turn it off. By the time the game was over, my blood sugar was even higher from the small amount of food from the BBQ and I was exhausted. I made it down to bed and fell asleep with all my clothes on.
Around 2 am, Monday morning, I woke up to go to the bathroom and felt terrible. My sugars were off the chart and I was struggling. That is the last thing I remember.
I awoke sometime Monday afternoon in the hospital on a ventilator. Dad had found me unresponsive, with no pulse, on the floor of the basement. I had passed out in front of the air conditioner vent and was so cold he couldn’t find a pulse. He called the ambulance and they took me in.
I could see down a hallway from my room in the hospital, but I didn’t recognize where I was. Finally, some nurses explained to me that I was in intensive care. I had come in with severe DKA, nearly frozen, dehydration, exhaustion, and severely low blood pressure. For the next day or so, I spent most of my time hallucinating and seeing things. Ants were crawling on my bed and all over my room. I had conversations with people who weren’t there and I saw people walking through my room.
After 36 hours on an insulin drip, my blood sugars abated and I was shipped to a regular room. I was diagnosed with an infection and low blood pressure. I was released Friday. Thanks for all the visitors and conversations I had with you that came to see me. Some of you came to see me with out even knowing it. Those first couple days are still pretty hazy. That has been my last week.