This time something struck a nerve

March 6, 2015

I knew it was too good to be true. It was right about seven months since the last hospitalization. It was bound to happen, and it did. My niece called in a panic to say Mom was having a seizure.

The phone rang and I initially ignored it. My niece was calling. I was in the middle of rehearsing songs. When she called right back I answered.

“Mommaw is having a seizure,” she shouted. Immediately I told her to check her blood sugar and I was on my way. I shoved Jack in the crate, grabbed my coat and keys, and jumped in my truck.

The ambulance arrived five seconds before me. The driver and an EMT type were the only ones in it. No paramedic was onboard, so there was no one to administer IV glucose. Her blood sugar was too low to register on their meter. Her meter recorded it at 18 minutes earlier.

The techs saw no urgency in the situation. They talked to her like she had a choice in the matter. They told her to “stay awake.” I started fuming, asking them to get the IV glucose ready. That was when they said they couldn’t.

It took 30 minutes from the time the first ambulance arrived until the second brought a paramedic. She started the IV glucose and Mom was responding within seconds.

The ER doctor said the seizures were probably brought on by the extremely low blood sugar. He ran some neurological tests to rule out stroke or brain bleed. She was admitted and kept for a day and a half. No additional issues were found.

Everyone is worried, but Dad appears to be extremely upset this time. He is upset every time. This time he saw her have the seizure. This time something struck a nerve with him.

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