Last night wasn’t good.Got up late, decided to go get something to eat, which given the hour meant a trip to 7-11. So I did my insulin shot in anticipation of the forthcoming hot dogs (Big Bites are good on occasion, The trick is not to make them a daily habit). Get out of the apartment and walked literally around the block to the 7-11. Got a 2 liter of diet coke and a couple of cheesesteaks, and left. And on my walk home, the path seemed especially rough. I stopped a couple of times, and my legs were still buckling. I was only a block from my apartment, so I tried to keep at it….
And then I fell. One moment I was vertical, and the next, I’m on all fours. Where I was, there was no suitable place for me to brace myself to stand back up (yes, I’m showing my age…). So my only choice was to crawl. After a few feet, it occurred to me I should probably call for help. So I called my brother. Rang no answer (he was using the can). So I kept crawling, and finally he called back, and I explained that I’ve fallen and I can’t get up (used to joke about the old life alert commercials with Mrs. Fletcher, and now I’m it….). He came and helped me back up (by then I could get up to a kneel), and we went home. Get home, and my left knee hurts like heck, and there’s enough of a tear in my jeans that I threw them out. Later on last night, when I went to take a shower (it was my night off from work), I took a closer look and saw the nasty scrape on my left knee from the fall that should’ve been cleaned right away. But oh well…..
I think what happened is that my blood sugar seriously crashed, as I had taken a shot but not eaten anything yet.
Yes, I was an idiot. Diabetes sucks.
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