Diabetic spouse residual trauma

I was coming out of a friends apartment the other day and the gal across the hall happens to be one of my best friends. I'll call her Jane. Tilde, another gal, was visiting her and Jane was rushing out of her place to run up the stairs to Tilde's place to grab her insulin tester. Jane yelled at me, "can you watch her til I get back?"Let me back up a moment. Jane's husband died of diabetic complications 2 years before mine did. We are probably the 2 most knowledgeable gals in the building when it comes to dealing with a diabetic.Of course I went in to her apartment and started talking softly to Tilde. She was having sweats, felt like vomiting, had her head between her legs and a wet cloth around her neck. She had eaten peanut butter, drank orange juice and wasn't making any progress. I was trying hard to determine if she was low or high......having no prior knowledge that she was diabetic.....and non-compliant at that.Jane returned with the testing kit and she didn't know how to use it. (her hubby had been on a pump for years). The test strips were dated 2000!!! It didn't take me 2 minutes to figure it out and we tested her. 298. Was she coming down or going up? Knowing what she had just had to eat, I made the call that she was low, going up and would probably be ok for now. But I urged her to call her doc first thing the next day.When I left to go back to my apt, I couldn't help getting pissed off.&nbs...
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