Well, joy. At the emergency room with Mom. It has been a long dry spell. I hoped it would be longer and drier.

I got a call around 7:25 that Mom was having a seizure. The first words out of my mouth was, “Check her blood sugar!” Unfortunately, my niece didn’t know how and Dad didn’t know where the tester, strips, and lancets were.

I shoved the dog in his crate, grabbed my emergency supplies, and drove straight over. The ambulance was just ahead of me.

I tried to let the professionals do their job. Little did I know they weren’t trained to do what she needed. She needed IV glucose. They were only allowed to give her oral glucose. While her eyes rolled and she moaned, they messed around trying to talk her into staying awake, answering questions, and generally making me angry.

They took her in a chair to the ambulance with no blanket, in 35* weather, soaking wet with sweat. One young man was more concerned about the number of insulin syringes by her bedside than the fact her blood sugar was too low to register.

I sit here in the E.R. Waiting area making myself mad. Dad is back with her. Only one person allowed with her. I can’t get over the cavalier attitude those young men had. You can die from low blood sugar.

Pray for us all.