Last week was my schools homecoming dance. I went to my friend Aditi's house to get ready at around 4:00. We did hair and makeup, got dressed and, of course, took pictures. Once we were all ready, we went to another one of my friend Emily's house where we took more pictures and ate dinner: baked ziti, and salad. For dessert we had a devil cake, which would haunt me for hours to come. At 7:45, we were off. We got to the dance shortly after it started. Everyone looked so sharp. I love seeing everybody all dressed up and out of the regular drab of the regular school day. Slowly people started trickling in. I started having a funny feeling. I was checking my blood sugars every so often, which diagnosed the funny feeling. I was high. My blood sugars were in the 500s. If I had been at home, I would have just corrected and checked again later, so that's what I did. I checked three more times (all of which were in the same ballpark) before my meter stopped registering. I was above 600. My meter doesn't go above 600, it simply says HIGH. I called my mom, who said to call the paramedics. I probably gave poor Aditi a heart attack. Sorry Dee!! From there, things happened fast. A paramedic came in and started asking me my personal stuff. Then there was a long discussion about which hospital to go to. This one was closer, but that one has 24 hour pediatricians. We ended up going to Saint Mary's, my regular hospital. The one with 24 hour pediatrician services. Before I knew it, we were in the ambulance and I was getting IV stabbed into my arm. And then we were at the hospital. I have to say, riding in the gurney was a lot of fun. Then I was in a hospital room and nurses were coming and going, checking my vitals and blood sugar and other things I really didn't have the concentration to keep track of. Three hours and 1000 mL of fluids later, we were on the drive home. The problem ended up being a bent cannula so the insulin I put in for the cake didn't end up going through. Devil cake.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
My Homecoming Gown
Last week was my schools homecoming dance. I went to my friend Aditi's house to get ready at around 4:00. We did hair and makeup, got dressed and, of course, took pictures. Once we were all ready, we went to another one of my friend Emily's house where we took more pictures and ate dinner: baked ziti, and salad. For dessert we had a devil cake, which would haunt me for hours to come. At 7:45, we were off. We got to the dance shortly after it started. Everyone looked so sharp. I love seeing everybody all dressed up and out of the regular drab of the regular school day. Slowly people started trickling in. I started having a funny feeling. I was checking my blood sugars every so often, which diagnosed the funny feeling. I was high. My blood sugars were in the 500s. If I had been at home, I would have just corrected and checked again later, so that's what I did. I checked three more times (all of which were in the same ballpark) before my meter stopped registering. I was above 600. My meter doesn't go above 600, it simply says HIGH. I called my mom, who said to call the paramedics. I probably gave poor Aditi a heart attack. Sorry Dee!! From there, things happened fast. A paramedic came in and started asking me my personal stuff. Then there was a long discussion about which hospital to go to. This one was closer, but that one has 24 hour pediatricians. We ended up going to Saint Mary's, my regular hospital. The one with 24 hour pediatrician services. Before I knew it, we were in the ambulance and I was getting IV stabbed into my arm. And then we were at the hospital. I have to say, riding in the gurney was a lot of fun. Then I was in a hospital room and nurses were coming and going, checking my vitals and blood sugar and other things I really didn't have the concentration to keep track of. Three hours and 1000 mL of fluids later, we were on the drive home. The problem ended up being a bent cannula so the insulin I put in for the cake didn't end up going through. Devil cake.
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