When we had to rent a car, the last one we got had a strange round knob to turn to shift gears. I hope this is not the future of gear shifts. CLICK HERE to see this strange and dangerous new item
Do you have a gear shift that is just a knob to turn? Tommy had to take his attention from everything else to determine how to use the knob, where to turn it each time.
Today, I had three appointments for different procedures at the cardio. One was exceptionally early. I knew I was not going to make it when Tommy came to wake me. When I woke to go to bathroom, I was shocked he was letting me oversleep. When I came and sat down and tried to talk to him, he could not understand me. I asked him questions and he gave an off-the-wall response, nonsense answer. I could not get a straight answer for ten minutes as he was just out of it, not just asleep. Of course, he lapsed back into nonsense often.
So, I called 911 and soon had five people in living room with another woman trying to get the stretcher into the house. Tommy did not know his birthday at first. They went over his med, measured blood sugar, put in iv and pushed it in fast. They told me to get him something to eat. I asked what would be best--pbj, He hates jelly on that, so they said pb sandwich was fine. I asked one of the young women to get me a spoon for the peanut butter. She brought it back. Soon, she brought him a regular Coke to help him. So, she had gone back to refrigerator.
Finally, they left, telling him he would go to hospital in the ambulance if they had to come back. So, he finished it all and is snoozing, says he is cold so heat is up really too high.
He scares me when this happens. He said when he called me and I asked him to call the doctor and told him where the number was, he looked all over the page and could not find a number. No, he did not eat breakfast. No, he did not take insulin yet. He also had few carbs last night.
Monday, his feet were tripping him. He walked funny. He talked funny. He was driving erratically. "No, I'm okay." Well, finally in the store he felt woozy, like he was going to pass out and had a candy bar. Then Tuesday, his blood sugar was 41.
The guys said he would have just lain there until he was dead. Scary. He must be better because he is getting lippy.
I now have new appointments for procedures cancelled for Monday. We both need milk, and more bananas for me. Okay, we got milk, bread, and bananas. We had a bit of a wait for another project. He has started getting something to eat and taking it with us. There was a time when he wanted to get a burger every time. Plus, I was trying to purchase Rubbermaid containers with clear bottom and red tops bogo.
He argued and fretted about how we had plenty of storage containers. I kept pointing out the glass ones were so heavy and breakable. NOW, he grabs a little square sandwich box to take a cheese sandwich with us. Sometimes, we take bits of different foods. I pointed out we use no plastic bags to throw them away if we use the plastic boxes. We don't heat anything in these nor do we leave food in them. So, I feel confident it is safe to use these the way we do.
You know he is a late adopter of most things. But, taking food with us and using the little sandwich boxes have become his own habits. I never have to remind him.
I have a box of Thin Mints. Tommy tasted one, said it was disgusting. The Thin Mints are all mine.
Do you drive a car with a knob for gear shift?
Do you have anyone whose blood sugar is precarious? And, he refuses to check blood sugar because he "knows what he is doing"?
