Yesterday morning, he awoke after having 9 hours of sleep. He started the laundry, the housecleaning while I slept after doing the night shift. I woke up at 11:30 to get ready to go and do some yard work for this old couple in their 80's, my husband went with me so that he could do the limb cutting with the trees.
This was about 2 years since the last time anyone took care of the yard. When we do the yards we only do grass cutting. But Sunday afternoon, we did alot of work under the sun......big mistake. I was tolerating the sun, and working as much as I could because the brush pick up would be on Monday, the next day.
I noticed my husband wasn't around, and than he called me on my cell and said that he was getting real sick. The couple's yard is real huge so I ran to him and there he was throwing up on the side of the house. Told him to settle down and that I would finish up the work which I had about 20 mins left to do. When I was finished, I loaded him up in the suburban and we headed home.
We called the clinic to say that my husband's blood sugar wasn't reading on the meter, just saying HI. The nurse said for him to go to the hospital. When we got there, his blood sugar was 590 and his blood pressure was too high. They got him to the back and started monitoring him and giving him 4 bags of IV and insulin. He was too dehydrated that the muscles started cramping so hard all over his body. They gave him an injection for it, he started to relax more and the cramping went away. The muscles were sore from all the cramping. That night they released him with his blood sugar at 350. Got him in bed to rest.
This morning, I had to do a cleaning at 10am, by 11:30 my husband calls to say that his blood sugar is 584 and for me to call his doctor. When I finished at 12, I went straight home and all the time driving home I had my cell on speaker to reach a nurse no one answered. Got home, got him ready and we went straight to the hospital. His blood sugar was 655, his blood pressure is too high again. We get to the back, AGAIN. That was 12:30pm.
At this point, I'm starting to get scared. My heart has always been with him, he's my children's stepdad...but to them he is there Dad. To me, he's my hero. When least expected, he'll show up to rescue me all the time. We have this love that alot of people have been trying to break up. At the end, we hold on stronger.
Sometimes, he'll sacrifice something to make sure that me, the kids,and the grandkids have what we need. I in turn, I work on the cleaning business as my second job to see that everything gets balanced out. I pray that he gets better, we have so much to do and so much to love for each other.
I don't want to wake up without my hero. Without him, it would be like draining me out of my life. He has made me a better person. A better person to love others. We been together 9 years and it's not going to stop at 10, it's going to last a lifetime. This Diabetes will not take my husband, it just won't.
Please, I pray to God. Let me have more time with my husband, he is a miracle in my life. By 6:30pm, the doctor came in and that he needed to be admitted. My husband, Jboy, tells me to go home and get some stuff and do what I have to do at home. I tell him that I don't want to leave. He tells me, it'll be alright.
On my way home, I'm worried sick and crying because with high blood pressure of 190 over 160 that's a heart attack waiting to happen.
At home now, had the urge to write my feelings down. Scared is the most I'm feeling right now. These grandkids need their popo to teach them some country living, give some old fashion love to them, take them outside to water the grass with him, take some pictures at some graduations, and all that life has to offer.
For me, just to still be my husband to the day I die. I love this man with everything of me. My blood and heart is his, my love is his forever. So scared to lose my Jboy. Tears for now.