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I had the birthday so well-planned to avoid going off program. Well, I managed to stay on program, but not one thing went as planned. And it really gives me faith -- in Atkins, in the world, in humanity. Wow, what a weekend.
First, we couldn't get into the restaurant I planned on because there was a 40-minute wait. So we drove around . . . and around . . . and finally settled on Applebees. We ordered (steak and grilled shrimp, so far so good), and just as the food arrived, there was a commotion at the table next to ours. DH is a firefighter and MFR (Medical First Responder), so he went over to help. The elderly gentleman there was a diabetic whose blood sugar had dropped to 30. DH helped keep the man stable until help arrived. And then -- the guy's heart stopped! They had to do CPR and then some medics came in with a fibrillator (or whatever that machine is called) and had to zap him.
Meanwhile, the guy's wife was just sitting there watching it all. And nobody should be alone for something like that. So I went over to hold her hand, and a deputy had me take her around the corner. Long story short, they brought the guy back and took him away in an ambulance and we went back to our table, while they re-cooked our food and started the meal all over again.
The manager came over and told us our meal was on the house -- and when we finished, they brought us desserts, too. Imagine: birthday, just saved a life, free dinner . . . . and now free DESSERT!?! The universe has a strange sense of humor, doesn't it? I gave my dessert to hubby because all I could think of was "the guy almost died because of diabetes, and now they're giving a fat woman sugar?" Besides, I had been fighting a cold all week, and my throat was sore and I really wasn't hungry any more.
Well, by Monday, my sore throat was so bad that I couldn't turn my head or open my jaw . . . and I couldn't even get water down around the big lump swollen up in my throat. My doctor was out of town so I went to the ER because the pain was becoming really intense. Turns out I had an abscessed tonsil . . . and the lump in my throat actually was my throat. Closing down. If I'd procrastinated any longer, my throat would have closed completely.
I ended up with an IV, pumping atibiotics and steroids. I have to go back in today for another treatment, plus I'm on amoxicillin and vicodin. The doctor wanted to keep me in the hospital, but he let me go home because he knows my hubby and knew I'd be safe at home with him in charge.
Sorry so long, but I just had to share my amazing weekend adventure.
First, we couldn't get into the restaurant I planned on because there was a 40-minute wait. So we drove around . . . and around . . . and finally settled on Applebees. We ordered (steak and grilled shrimp, so far so good), and just as the food arrived, there was a commotion at the table next to ours. DH is a firefighter and MFR (Medical First Responder), so he went over to help. The elderly gentleman there was a diabetic whose blood sugar had dropped to 30. DH helped keep the man stable until help arrived. And then -- the guy's heart stopped! They had to do CPR and then some medics came in with a fibrillator (or whatever that machine is called) and had to zap him.
Meanwhile, the guy's wife was just sitting there watching it all. And nobody should be alone for something like that. So I went over to hold her hand, and a deputy had me take her around the corner. Long story short, they brought the guy back and took him away in an ambulance and we went back to our table, while they re-cooked our food and started the meal all over again.
The manager came over and told us our meal was on the house -- and when we finished, they brought us desserts, too. Imagine: birthday, just saved a life, free dinner . . . . and now free DESSERT!?! The universe has a strange sense of humor, doesn't it? I gave my dessert to hubby because all I could think of was "the guy almost died because of diabetes, and now they're giving a fat woman sugar?" Besides, I had been fighting a cold all week, and my throat was sore and I really wasn't hungry any more.
Well, by Monday, my sore throat was so bad that I couldn't turn my head or open my jaw . . . and I couldn't even get water down around the big lump swollen up in my throat. My doctor was out of town so I went to the ER because the pain was becoming really intense. Turns out I had an abscessed tonsil . . . and the lump in my throat actually was my throat. Closing down. If I'd procrastinated any longer, my throat would have closed completely.
I ended up with an IV, pumping atibiotics and steroids. I have to go back in today for another treatment, plus I'm on amoxicillin and vicodin. The doctor wanted to keep me in the hospital, but he let me go home because he knows my hubby and knew I'd be safe at home with him in charge.
Sorry so long, but I just had to share my amazing weekend adventure.
Laughin' with ya hon!!!
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