Courtney! You Need To Get Up!

I hear it in the back of my head “Courtney! You need to get up!” There’s a sense of urgency to it “Courtney! Get up now!” I’m lying face down on my bed, I open my eyes a little bit and see that the light is on. I wonder to myself, did I get up and turn the light on and then pass out, or did I pass out while the light was on?

What time is it? I didn’t know. I just continued to lay there, this isn’t the first time that this has happened to me, it happens often, during the night and during the day, although making myself move during the day is an easier task than at night.

“Courtney, just roll over, your machine is right there” my eyes move towards my machine “or reach out your arms and grab it” I’m still not moving. Well, my eyes were moving, I wasn’t moving.

Minutes go by, the voice in my head pounding at me; get up get up get up it repeats like a broken record. Finally I reach my arm out and grab my machine, I grab my poker and bring it close to my other arm which is wedged beneath me and I’m not in any kind of state to move it. I poke a finger, it won’t bleed, I’m becoming frustrated already, I poke another finger, only a little blood comes out, I poke another and another before I decide there’s next to no blood flowing to my hand, I pull my arm out from beneath me just a little and poke my pinky, the finger that never gets poked, it bleeds, I grab my machine, put a strip in it and apply the blood…it counts down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…43 it tells me, I’m really low. I look around, there’s no glucose tabs near me and my juice boxes are on the other side of the room.

I lay my head back down. My eyes close. I think to myself “I’m just going to lay here a minute”…it was longer than a minute and the whole time my head was yelling at me “COURTNEY! GET SOME JUICE!” I finally slide out of bed and crawl to where my juice boxes were under my desk. I laid down on the floor right there, grabbed a box, ripped into the straw, stuck it in the hole and drank the juice before closing my eyes again.

At some point in the middle of the night I picked myself up off the floor, put the juice box in the trash, turned off the light and crawled into bed.

Posted in: Diabetes | | Feb 01, 08

2 Responses to “Courtney! You Need To Get Up!”

  1. amylia Says:
    February 1st, 2008 at 5:18 pm

    scary stuff.

    i am glad you were okay.

    i got tense and nervous just reading about it.

    take care!

  2. Courtney Says:
    February 3rd, 2008 at 1:56 pm

    Hi Amylia,

    Just another one of those lovely diabetes things I need to pay closer attention to.

    Courtney

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