Here it is, five in the morning, and I've not slept a wink all night. Not one bit of it. Too much tea and coffee yesterday? Some other reason? No clue. Felt restless and really funky all night, kind of..well, simply can't describe it...just...weird. Sort of like having an out-of-body experience, I suppose. Ah well, guess I can sleep in tomorrow, ey?
The sky is getting light, the first birds are chirping, no traffic on the street below yet, to speak of. I can see the dimly red reflection of the sun's first rays, on the tall spruce tree across the way.
I was thinking about last night. Apparently, I had accidentally saved a man's life. No joke. Several days ago, I'd bought a caramel, chocolate and peanut butter candy bar, and then realized that the sugar content was way over what I should consume, as a borderline diabetic, so I gave it to my night supervisor, instead. She tucked it away in her purse and forgot about it.
Monday night, she was lying in bed, when her husband reached over and grabbed her hand. He put her hand down on his chest--he was wringing wet. Apparently, her husband, a diabetic, had taken his insulin five hours after eating--not a safe thing to do--and his blood sugar levels had dropped so low, he was in very real danger of dying. My supervisor said that she gave him soda--no change. She gave him a couple of other sweets, nothing. His blood sugar was at a level where if it dropped any more, he'd be comatose. Then, she remembered candy bar. He ate it, and could taste it a little, and it worked. His levels became normal again, in minutes.
One diabetics loss was another's gain. Huh. Ain't life strange?
GoingSomewhere
Isn't it strange how sometimes the smallest thing can have a huge impact, and most of the time we don't even know about it. If your supervisor hadn't said anything you wouldn't even have known. I can't help wondering how often that happens.