I almost lost my husband. On August 9th, 2013 at 6:00 a.m. I was awaken to my husbands arm landing heavily on me across my chest. I removed it and suddenly felt the bed shaking. I looked at my husband and his whole face was twitching. Like he was having a violent nightmare. I shook him and he slightly lifted his head, made a noise, and layed his head back down. He continued twitching. Thats when I noticed his whole body was doing the same thing. I shook him more violently. No response. My heart jumped to my throat and I yelled "David your blood sugar is low". I got up turned on the light and came to his side of the bed. I pulled him up to a sitting position but he still shook. I yelled his name and shook him for any type of response. He was having a seizure. His very first one. I let him slump to the side and I took off to the kitchen and grabbed a mountain dew. I opened it and took a sip so that it was not on the brim. Sitting him back up and dragging his legs over the side I then lifted his head it an attempt to pour some sugar into him. (Usually two dews and he's back to new) I could not get his head to tilt back to get anything into him. His convulsions were to violent. I Screamed his name and shook him again. I threatened him that I was going to call 911. Usually he tells me no and gets angry. He just shook and gasped. I eased him back to his side. In tears I launched myself across the bed to my phone. I looked at him shaking and cried "oh god please don't die" I sat Dave back up and dialed 911. "911 what's your emergency." Panicked I reply "My husbands having a low sugar reaction." The operator told me to hold while she contacted the fire department". In my head I thought 'on hold for 911? And I don't want a fireman I want a paramedic.' She comes back on and says "they are going to ask you for your address." "Um ok." I hear a guy say what's your address. I tell him my address and he asks me questions like "is he breathing, is he responsive, when did he last eat". "Yes, no, last I'm aware of was around 7pm." He says "don't give him any food or drink unless he can hold the object himself." I explain my dew attempt but he seems to ignore that. He starts to say something else but Dave is shaking so violently that he is sliding off the bed. I keep trying to talk on the phone and lift him back up but he's a shaking dead weight. I tell the guy he's falling off the bed and going to get hurt and to hold on. I throw the phone to the bed. I turned him sideways then onto his back, sat him up, wrapped my arms under his armpits and pulled him to the end of the bed, I turned him so he was completly flat, on his back, at the bottom of the bed on the floor. Grabbing the phone I sit on the floor and lift Dave up so he is resting against my chest slightly inclined. He is now foaming at the mouth. "your son needs you. I need you." I'm freaked out by this point. I tell the fireman what I had to do and the guy said "can you place a blanket under his head?" I explain a little ticked "I told you he is resting against my chest I'm holding him up." I notice one of Dave's legs are under the bed and bouncing into the undercarriage of it. But I was not moving. The fireman says "they should be arriving in a few minutes. Just keep an eye on him goodbye." I say goodbye and hang up the phone. GOODBYE YOUR NOT GOING TO STAY ON THE PHONE WITH ME UNTIL THEY ARRIVE? Picking my phone up I call my mom. Right now Im thinking "my husbands having a seizure and will probably have to go to the e.r. I need someone to take care of the baby. So I called my mommy. She answers panicked "hello"! "Mom I need you at my house now!!!!" The voice in my head says 'mommy I need you'. She yells back "what?" I repeat myself "Mom I need you at my house now!!!!" "Ok" was her reply and we hung up. It would take 15-20 minutes before she would arrive. I broke down crying. "David please don't leave me I can't do this without you." I had done all I could, now I just had to wait. The firehouse is only a mile and a half away, should only be a few minutes. It felt like hours. Suddenly the quakes turn to shutters, then little hiccups. I sit him up a little more and shake him. I was losing him. I held onto his arms for dear life and start cursing that the emergency crews were taking too long. He went completly still and my tears fell to his shoulder. I was about to scream out in extreme terror. I started thinking cpr and how it was performed. That was when his left arm raised and he brought it up behind his head to my face. "David?" He raises up and sits indian style. Like he was just waking up. "Your blood sugar is severly low." He says "get me my tester." I'm thinking I don't need to know how low it is I just went through the worst episode ever. I give him the mountain dew and I go get it anyways. I hand it to him relieved he is still somewhat coherent after all of that. The tester reads 42. UH WRONG no way its that high after the traumatic episode we just encounted. Knowing he will be upset I tell him "I called 911 and my parents." He says "call them back and cancel." Like I had just ordered pizza or something. Thats when I heard the truck outside. "Too late their here." I disarm the house alarm, pick up mystyk, and let the four men and one woman in. "That way then left to the end. He's conscience now." They filed in one after another the female saying hi to Buckeye as she walks by his room. One fireman was on Dave's right, the firewoman on his left, one in front of my bathroom and two in the doorway. They hook him up to a blood pressure cup and check his blood sugar. They ask him questions like "what's your name? How old are you? Whens your birthday? What medications are you on? Are you allergic to anything? When was the last time you ate?" He answers all of them. I was answering them in my head. ' david mills. 39. 8-30-73. Humalog lantus lisinopril. No. At 7pm. (That one I got wrong he had eaten half a granola bar right before bed. That is probably what saved him.) The blood sugar test they did came up with 24 (normal is 100, 24 is death). I was shocked he was so lucid. I see one of the firemen bend down to pet mystyk. I call my mom to cancel her but she denies me. They ask me to make him a sandwhich and have idol conversation about peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. Dave is acting as though nothing has happened. It was like the firemen just came for a visit. I return with the sandwhich and he is sucking down a glucern tube. Dave has me call his work to inform them of what is going on. I walk out the front door with phone in hand and the smokes. I light up immediately and talk to his co-worker. Hanging up I cry a little thankful I still have my husband. I light another one. I see all the firemen leaving just as my parents arrive. I thank each one as they walk past me. Watching the fire truck leave we enter the house. Sitting in the living room we find Dave sitting on the couch. Sandwhich gone. He asks for another and a bottle of water. Sitting there talking he discoveries a wound on his right shin. The leg that was under the bed. I immediately clean it and bandage it. Looked like road rash. Two hours later my parents deciding all was fine left and we went back to bed. Dave, of course falls asleep instantly. I stay up til 9:30 where I cried and dozed. All day long I had bouts of sneaky tears and aching heart. But I let knowone see it. He went to work like it was just another day. To me it was the day I was almost a widow.
Right now I'm thinking 'best birthday present ever. I still have my husband
