Disimpressed

So my wonderful body decided yesterday to go into Diabetic Ketoacidosis (DKA) which requires an overnight stay at my local sick-house. Not only that, but it starts off with a lovely display of remembering what my past meals looked like, followed by shivers and finishing off with acidic blood throughout my body. Oh joy! What beautifuul happy day it was! This wonderous occasion was made doubly so, to the advent of an old lady sufferring from dementia in the bed next to mine. Honestly, when an 80-something year old starts talking about "needing to get home to teach" you know that she's not doing well. This lovely tempered old lady tried, unsucessfully, to escape from her bed thrice, and every time she fell and hurt herself to varying degrees. Also, every time she attempted a "hospital-break" the overnight nurses would have to come and sedate her, which would require holding her down and getting kicked. All in all, not a pleasant night. The nurses who treated me were all very pleasant, and all but one were very competent. One nurse in particular was quite a delight, as she was there the last time I had an episode of such a nature. She remembered my mother, but not myself as I seem to have grown a fair amount of facial hair. She joked about me calling in to make sure she was working before I showed up and very easily took my mind off of the situation. Looking back at the serious side of this, however, I'm not entirely sure why it happened, but I am fairly certain that it is because my insulin overheated, or cooked as we like to say, and became useless. So, while I was under the impression that the insulin I was injecting into my system was helping, it was just as useful, if not as harmful, as injecting water or air into my body. That, and now I am fully disimpressed with myself as I am snuggled bedwards with a distraught (not so much anymore) girlfriend who is just glad to hear that I am okay. That and that this delightful trip will not delay my return to Edmonton any, so she does not have to fear a long distance relationship for very much longer. But not it is time to catch some shut-eye as old bag-lady robbed me of any last night with her shrieking.

Craig