One good thing about being in the hospital for four days is you get a profile of your vital signs. Every four hours, someone is taking your temperature, blood pressure, oxygenation level, and, in my case, blood-sugar level. Man, are my fingers sore.
After a three-day fast with nothing but dripping dextrose-saline solution in my veins, I was pleased to discover my blood-sugar levels remained in the (pardon the pun) sweet spot of the acceptable range. When I was finally given some solid food on Sunday, the results varied a bit more, but always remained on track.
As a result of my little brush with death, I can say with certainty that what my doctor has been thinking about my spiral into diabetes can be attributed as a secondary symptom of the real problem. Now that the primary issue is dealt with, I can discontinue one more prescription. I’ll continue to test myself, but so far, so good.
Next time…more about AC’s continuing struggle to screw their site into the ground.