Today was the first day of my Father's chemo treatment. I had woken up extremely early and took my shot (stabilization shot) and continued on to take him to his Dr's office. I arrived and noticed I felt really, really tired all of a sudden. I told my father that I would catch up with him and to go on without me. I sat down on the first floor of the building, and thought I could make it up to the third level using the elevator. I then attempted to get up, and just was extremely tired, and fell down busting my knee extremely bad on the hard tile. I tried to walk to the elevator, and at this point I blacked out. I had started to come to when I see about 3 nurses tending to me and my knee. I had become hypoglycemic. I couldn't walk.. and my father was there in the waiting room on the third floor at his chemo room. After the nurses started to shove all sorts of sugar and doughnuts in my mouth, I started to find out what had happened. My father told me a man had given him my pistol and the same man picked me up from the floor of the elevator, and brought me (somehow) to my father's waiting room. The man had told my father to hang on to my pistol and said I was exposing my IWB holster. The man then told my father that he was too a CHL holder, and didn't want me to flash the world. I asked whom he was to thank him for everything he had done. He said he just came and went.
My blood sugar has never acted like this, and of course I am embarrassed for what had happened. I came home later on and made an appointment to see what's going on with my knee for it is ... extremely busted up and it's EXTREMELY painful to walk on. Also to figure out what I need to do to make this never happen again.
All in all, thank you whomever you are..
That's pretty scary! I'm not entirely sure how insulin dosages work, but does this mean you're getting better?
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