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My mother has finally gotten what she's been working on for a month. You see, she's Type I Diabetic, has been for over 30 years. She still plays games with what she eats the way you'd expect a new diabetic to do. If her sugar goes down, she'll drink a soda instead of orange juice. If it's too high, she just won't eat, then it falls dramatically, and she whines that she doesn't know why. I lost patience as a kid the brazillionth time I had to call for an ambulance because she was out cold on the floor.
There's always a ramp up to these things, and this time was no exception. My mother is one of those people who HAS to have something wrong with her all of the time. If it's not her sugar, it's something else. Doctors run tests, nothing shows up, and she swears that she's in pain. (She has spent two years going to an ear nose throat guy because her nose it throbbing - they can't find anything wrong with her!) Apparently, we haven't been nice enough to her lately, so she's laying it on thick.
The last month has been filled with her sugar skyrocketing and bottoming out. The night before Thanksgiving, she was home alone and passed out. She came to, but couldn't get up. She crawled to a phone and called my stepdad at work, and he went home and took care of her. She called me the day after Thanksgiving asking me to call her once an hour and check on her because her sugar was low. I called her an hour later, and she sounded fine. The next time I called her, she took forever to get to the phone, then apologized - she was in the SHOWER. Let me get this straight - you're SO worried that your sugar is low that you have me calling you to check on you, but you get in the SHOWER?
Two days ago, my stepdad called me. He had been at home with my mom, he was watching TV, she was on the computer. At one point, he went to the bedroom, and found her face down across the bed. He couldn't get her awake, so he called 911. When the ambulance got there, her sugar was 24. She didn't come out of it as easily as she usually does, and was admitted to the hospital. My stepdad asked me to call her parents and let them know. My grandmother told me that my mom was over there earlier in the week, crying about what had happened before Thanksgiving. My eighty year old grandfather was in tears before it was over. He's not in the best of health and didn't need that, but who cares...the attention whore got what she wanted. My mom called me that night after she got a room, and was having a fit because when she called her mother, she didn't get sympathy, she got a lecture about how she needs to take care of herself better. I usually either give her the same lecture, or just ignore her.
So, now the attention whore is all upset because no one is going to see her. Sorry, bitch, I had the flu for 4 days, then had kids home sick from school. When I talked to my stepdad last night, he said that the doctor has decided to put her on an insulin pump. I knew that this had been talked about before, but I didn't know that it was mom who insisted that they not do this. I think she realizes that it would be harder for her to play her little games with the pump in place. My stepdad says it was be about 6 weeks before it can be done, but she's going on the pump. I haven't heard from her today, but there's a chance she'll be discharged today if no major problems with her sugar arise.
I'm going to do some reading on the pump and pass the info to my stepdad, because he really doesn't know anything about it. He's fed up with her too, because he knows she does this crap on purpose.
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