Thursday morning I woke up with a high blood sugar, almost 600. And my ketones, basically it’s an acid-y thing that’s bad, was 3.3. And on the meter I use to measure, the highest level starts at 1.5. So I was double, super bad.
But since I was sick, I was throwing up and puking and felt like I was dying. Like, on a pain scale, I was infinity.
Now, normally, when I have days like this after a few hours of getting sick I stop, and I wait a couple hours and then drank diet spite or 7up in small amounts for another couple hours. If all that stays down, I can eat and then by the end of the day, I am almost back to my normal self.
Well, this time, it didn’t happen.
Now, my blood sugar had returned to almost normal, but my ketones were still extremely high. Normally, this would be treated with more insulin, but since my blood sugar was fine, it would make me go low. And since I couldn’t keep anything down, I woudln’t be able to correct a low blood sugar. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It had been about 18 hours since I had fluids and almost 24 since I last ate. My mum finally talked to my diabetic doctors and they said she should take me to the ER to get some fluid in me. So I dressed warm, it was a chilly day and I had been cold all day long, grabbed my stuff and left.
We got to the ER about 4. They did all sorts of awful things (blood drawings, IVs, this thing where they take blood from the artery in my wrist- which didn’t work the first time so they had to do the other hand too.) and I got a couple bags of fluid in me.
Well, this whole time my mum and I thought that this would just be a quick thing. Until around 7, when the doctor came in and was asking all sorts of questions. Then he mentioned about testing my blood sugar every hour and needing more blood work at night and in the morning and that my normal doctor would be in in the morning to check on me. So, I was staying overnight.
By this time, my blood sugar levels were good and most of my ketones were gone, I was still a bit dehydrated and apparently I was very acidic.
Also, two of my very best friends came to visit me. And it was great. One brought Dr. Pepper, the other a giraffe mini pillow pet.
Coming morning I was almost normal. I was very sore and freaked out by the IV’s and blood drawing.
My grandma stopped by in the morning, too, and she brought flowers (which I should probably water…). The doctor came to see me around nine and basically told me I was fine.
But the afternoon came and I finally started to move around. They took me off the IV and the insulin drip. I took a bath, went to the gift shop, walked around outside, and then did my nails once I was back in the room.
They told me they were starting the release forms and shit around four.
Still evening came and my mum went home once my dad was off work and came to the hospital.
Finally around 8:30 I was cleared to leave.

Other stuff happened but that’s the brief summary.
And now you know.