It was a normal day for most. We went to the gym later in the evening and I did hardcore raquetball with a coworker of mine for a little over an hour. I'm type 1 diabetic so for most people this isn't a big deal - and even I admit it isn't for me as well, but this night would prove different. We went to sleep around 1:00 am, and my blood sugar was at 87, (Normal is between 70 and 130) so I had a little snack before turning in.
That was the last thing I remember. The next thing to happen was waking up with 8 paramedics surrounding me at 0520. Apparently she was woke up by me having a seizure brought on by low blood sugar. So bad was this that she couldn't get sugar into my mouth in either powder or liquid form. So, she calls the paramedics. But the strange thing is that she said my eyes were open and attentive to her, i.e. she was slapping me in the face and the eyes would follow her, but no response otherwise vocally. Which I guess suggests to me I was in a coma, and the lights were on but no one was home.
Anyways, they gave me an sugar IV and I remember everything being black, then comming back into focus, where first I heard nothing, then I heard voices. And I think about going back to sleep because I think its a dream or some ****, but the lips are moving, so I decide to wake up - and its for real. The guy said they got there and said my sugar level was at 22. Then begins the usual interigation of 'do you know your name, SSN, what year it is, the president, who you work for, etc'.
The admiral (the boss) called me this morning asking if I was 'back in battery', to which I answered 'i'm not firing on all cylinders yet, but give me another day and i'd be good to go. (Back in battery being the gunnery lingo for our old battlewagons - he was the last CO of BB-64 USS Wisconson during Gulf War 91).
Its a strange thing at work - doc said I would've been dead had she not been there. So 2 years ago I saved her sisters life. January 3rd my wife saved my life. I don't think I could be in a better place.
S!
Wolf
