the people in the ER know me.

thursday night i cooked third shift. it was the second time i'd done it, the first being wednesday. Wednesday i did reaaally well. i never got stressed out, and i would have figured our sales were just about our goal, which was 300 and something.
it ended up that i had done almost 600 dollars. I was pretty inpressed with myself. Thursday, though, i was supposed to have a trainee. He didnt know. Around 4am i had been on the grill for 3 hours straight. I had a line of tickets almost filling the ticket board and there were tons of drunks (and pretty much only drunks). they were screaming and being massively annoying. I told my server that i had to take a break and go check my blood sugar. I was expecting it to be low. It was 500. All due to stress.
Lately my blood sugar has been low if anything. i start feeling like it's high around 160 sometimes. I got majorly scared when i saw that number. I had one thing on my mind: DKA. I started crying I was just so incredibly afraid of that possibility. Nancy-Ann (my server) sent an EMT that was in the restaurant in the back to check on me. He called my boss and told her to come in. I talked to her and told her what happened and she said she was on her way. I then got Bob his biscuits & gravy (in tears) and drove to the ER.
It took 5 people and 7 sticks to get my IV in cause my veins are such a piece of shit. Blew up two veins. Then i had to have an ABG (arterial blood gas) where they stick a needle down in your artery to draw blood, then have to press REAAALLY hard on it and put a pressure bandage so that you dont start spewing blood at the wrist. It just happened to be the same guy who put my arterial line (a tube directly into your artery) in when i was in ICU. I took everything amazing well because I knew I made the choice to go there, and all I was concerned with was being okay.

After 2 liters of fluid, an EKG, a ton of tests, and 5 hours, my blood sugar came down to 300 and they let me go home. I came home, took more insulin, and went to sleep.
I didn't have to go back in at 2pm to cook second because my boss was concerned. She called twice while i slept the day away to make sure that i was okay. I don't know if i have to work today, i'm supposed to pull 10am-9pm serving. I'm not sure if I'm gonna leave huddle house because of this, but I'm defintely not agreeing to such a harsh schedule anymore, and i'm gonna start looking for a low-stress job.

But, like the woman who finally got my IV in said to me, "I dunno if you're a prayerful woman, but God was looking out for you"
While it was no fun, it could have been much worse. Thank my Savior for showing me again just how lucky i am to have life.