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As I've written many times before, I am married to a longtime (30+years) T1 .
This level of responsibility came to me with my marriage vows, actually the diagnosis was several years after. Anyway, we've had a few "adventures" down the years.
Last night was a memorable one
I have had to piece together the story, after cleaning the blood off the kitchen floor and the cupboard doors. The baby gate is yet to be replaced.
At sometime around 4:00am, T1 was dreaming and probably had an apnoea,triggering a hypo. He woke and went downstairs, without waking me. He got a pack of olives from the fridge and the cocktail sticks from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of sherry.. All this evidence I have now had to clear away.
He decided that he'd left a Chinese Take Away in his car and went out to get it.( letting a cat out in the process) He must have been very wobbly because he fell into the holly hedge and scraped himself all over his arms. ( he wears "shortie" Pjs) and skinned a bit of a foot. That he wouldn't have felt, because he has severe neuropathy. He then sat down at the kitchen table with his midnight feast and fell off his chair. Blood all over floor under the chair. Then he must have got up and made his way to the kitchen doorway and fallen again. Baby gate demolished, pulled right off its hinges. that's the thud I heard.I went looking and found him half in and half out of the kitchen lying on the wreckage of the gate. He said something to the effect"Thank goodness you've come, go and get my Lucozade from my bag!" He had been going for the bag I think, it was beside him. there was no Lucozade there. The last bottle was upstairs by the bed. I went up and got it and the meter. BG was 2.7. Far from the lowest I've seen. I'm fairly big and strong, but i can't get a 17 stone man off the floor, so I poured some lucozade and found a straw. Waited 5 minutes and checked BG again.3.6, so let him have a little more and asked him if he knew what he'd been doing. He rambled something about getting a Chinese Take away, from a part of the village, where there isn't one, after dropping a friend of mine off home. That bit must have been a dream. I cleaned up his cuts and scapes and by then he was able to get onto his feet and back upstairs. He was soon snoring again and I was awake until gone 6. I haven't gone to exercise class today. Too shattered. I have washed the kitchen floor and the cupboard doors. I almost called 999, but I knew what to do and had the necessary supplies of Lucozade.
I left him to sleep in late, but I had to get up and see to my dogs and cats.One of whom came in from outside when I let the dogs out. Proof that T1 did get out of the house. I went and checked his car and it was all locked up and No Chinese Take away. I dread to think what might have happened if he'd decided to try to drive it.
This level of responsibility came to me with my marriage vows, actually the diagnosis was several years after. Anyway, we've had a few "adventures" down the years.
Last night was a memorable one
I have had to piece together the story, after cleaning the blood off the kitchen floor and the cupboard doors. The baby gate is yet to be replaced.
At sometime around 4:00am, T1 was dreaming and probably had an apnoea,triggering a hypo. He woke and went downstairs, without waking me. He got a pack of olives from the fridge and the cocktail sticks from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of sherry.. All this evidence I have now had to clear away.
He decided that he'd left a Chinese Take Away in his car and went out to get it.( letting a cat out in the process) He must have been very wobbly because he fell into the holly hedge and scraped himself all over his arms. ( he wears "shortie" Pjs) and skinned a bit of a foot. That he wouldn't have felt, because he has severe neuropathy. He then sat down at the kitchen table with his midnight feast and fell off his chair. Blood all over floor under the chair. Then he must have got up and made his way to the kitchen doorway and fallen again. Baby gate demolished, pulled right off its hinges. that's the thud I heard.I went looking and found him half in and half out of the kitchen lying on the wreckage of the gate. He said something to the effect"Thank goodness you've come, go and get my Lucozade from my bag!" He had been going for the bag I think, it was beside him. there was no Lucozade there. The last bottle was upstairs by the bed. I went up and got it and the meter. BG was 2.7. Far from the lowest I've seen. I'm fairly big and strong, but i can't get a 17 stone man off the floor, so I poured some lucozade and found a straw. Waited 5 minutes and checked BG again.3.6, so let him have a little more and asked him if he knew what he'd been doing. He rambled something about getting a Chinese Take away, from a part of the village, where there isn't one, after dropping a friend of mine off home. That bit must have been a dream. I cleaned up his cuts and scapes and by then he was able to get onto his feet and back upstairs. He was soon snoring again and I was awake until gone 6. I haven't gone to exercise class today. Too shattered. I have washed the kitchen floor and the cupboard doors. I almost called 999, but I knew what to do and had the necessary supplies of Lucozade.
I left him to sleep in late, but I had to get up and see to my dogs and cats.One of whom came in from outside when I let the dogs out. Proof that T1 did get out of the house. I went and checked his car and it was all locked up and No Chinese Take away. I dread to think what might have happened if he'd decided to try to drive it.
