Well I had one, and it's nearing a year ago now. So it's been on my mind ALOT recently. Figured type it out and also to see what some of us others have encountered in our lives.
For any of this to make sense - I am a Type 1 Diabetic - I take insulin injections (5+ needles a day). Insulin takes the sugar in your blood and turns it into energy - basically it replaces my pancreas as mine is retarded lol. Taking too little will leave your blood sugar high, taking too much well... read
Now this is all based upon what I was told, I honestly have close to no memory of the incident and months before it, memory loss.
I was found by my father and grandmother basically in really bad shape. I guess he called me and when I answered NOTHING I said he could make out. I was in and out on consciousness - and had signs of things failing (puke and other things found). I was rushed to the hospital. When I was taken in - my bloodsugar was found to be 0.3. Nothing to supply energy to the brain or body. I did end up going into a partial-coma. I was in and out of consciousness for the next 2 weeks. I was told that during those 2 weeks I had HORRIBLE memory. My dad could come into the room - I'd ask him what happened and he'd tell me I overdosed. He could leave for a minute and come back and I'd do the same thing - no recollection of him ever being there. I was also saying my oldest daughter was 3yrs old and my youngest was just born. Not the case - my youngest was turning 3 the following month and my oldest 5 in a few months following. I was also saying I was still living at my Grandmothers - which I moved out close to 2yrs prior.
After the 2 weeks they said they were going to transfer me to Edmonton (I was in St Albert). Well they did, but to the Grey Nuns hospitals Mental Ward. I was sent there because they believed me attempting suicide could of been a possibility - due to events that happened shortly prior to this (which I won't go into as those are very personal). So had "fun" needless to say. I was roomed with someone who was great and all but he was schizophrenic. Overall this was fine, but there were a couple which I stayed away from. Now this wasn't like you see in Hollywood movies. It was basically just like being in a hospital room minus the equipment. After a week and seeing a therapist - was proved I wasn't suicidal but likely just a overdose by the simple reason of taking insulin at a meal - but since I was upset - I didn't eat which left the insulin to take over with nothing to counter-act it.
Now I know it doesn't sound like too much of near death. However if my Dad didn't come to my place as he felt something was up - I likely wouldn't be here or have bad brain damage. He found me just a hour or 2 after he called and I was likely in that state for a couple hours prior.
For any of this to make sense - I am a Type 1 Diabetic - I take insulin injections (5+ needles a day). Insulin takes the sugar in your blood and turns it into energy - basically it replaces my pancreas as mine is retarded lol. Taking too little will leave your blood sugar high, taking too much well... read
Now this is all based upon what I was told, I honestly have close to no memory of the incident and months before it, memory loss.
I was found by my father and grandmother basically in really bad shape. I guess he called me and when I answered NOTHING I said he could make out. I was in and out on consciousness - and had signs of things failing (puke and other things found). I was rushed to the hospital. When I was taken in - my bloodsugar was found to be 0.3. Nothing to supply energy to the brain or body. I did end up going into a partial-coma. I was in and out of consciousness for the next 2 weeks. I was told that during those 2 weeks I had HORRIBLE memory. My dad could come into the room - I'd ask him what happened and he'd tell me I overdosed. He could leave for a minute and come back and I'd do the same thing - no recollection of him ever being there. I was also saying my oldest daughter was 3yrs old and my youngest was just born. Not the case - my youngest was turning 3 the following month and my oldest 5 in a few months following. I was also saying I was still living at my Grandmothers - which I moved out close to 2yrs prior.
After the 2 weeks they said they were going to transfer me to Edmonton (I was in St Albert). Well they did, but to the Grey Nuns hospitals Mental Ward. I was sent there because they believed me attempting suicide could of been a possibility - due to events that happened shortly prior to this (which I won't go into as those are very personal). So had "fun" needless to say. I was roomed with someone who was great and all but he was schizophrenic. Overall this was fine, but there were a couple which I stayed away from. Now this wasn't like you see in Hollywood movies. It was basically just like being in a hospital room minus the equipment. After a week and seeing a therapist - was proved I wasn't suicidal but likely just a overdose by the simple reason of taking insulin at a meal - but since I was upset - I didn't eat which left the insulin to take over with nothing to counter-act it.
Now I know it doesn't sound like too much of near death. However if my Dad didn't come to my place as he felt something was up - I likely wouldn't be here or have bad brain damage. He found me just a hour or 2 after he called and I was likely in that state for a couple hours prior.
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