Low Blood Sugar

My dads sugar levels went down to the 30's. He was teetering on the verge of going into shock. Usually we are able to prevent this by catching it on time or when it's not so low.

I was watching tv, and I heard my mom saying my pops name. I instantly knew. I ran as fast as I could down the hall and burst into the room. My dad was sweating, his shirt soaked and he was uncouncious. Typically, orange juice has a fast effect on increasing sugar levels, but he wasn't able to swallow any of it.

We couldn't wake him up. I told my mom to call my brothers to help me since he was too heavy for me and was falling off the bed. They still can't bear(not that I can either, but I can hold it together) to see him like this. They were freaked out. Our usual steps for this were not working. I told them to call the ambulance. Miryam was freaking out and crying, having flahbacks of her grandpa who died of a similar attack. Everyone was all over the place. My neice was pacing around the hallway crying silently cuz her grandpa wouldn't wake up.

The ambualnace finally showed up. They injected him with what I believe was liquid sugar. 5 seconds later, he was conscious. He demanded that they all leave him alone cuz he wanted to eat and then go to sleep. My pops was back to normal!

This is something that occurs regularly in my home. I'm prepared for it. Sometimes I don't wanna move away for grad school because of something like this. My fear is something happening while I'm away. I'm uually the one that catches these things. My dad doesn't really ask for help. He tries to do things on his own. A few times he fell on his way to get some OJ to raise up his sugar levels. Storm told me something her brother told her when her mom was also sick. It stuck with me. I think of it constantly, but it's just too hard to leave.

It has been at least 2 months since his last low blood sugar episode. I pray there isn't a next one.

James Dean

So much has gone down the past week. Last Wednesday, December 23rd, we took a Last minute road trip up north to Cholame CA, to visit the James Dean memorial site and junction. It was a fun road trip. We took the I-5 and passed through some great looking scenery. Fields, mountains, and lonely roads. And we went through Lost Hills, a small town out in the middle of nowhere. Very fucked up place to drive at night. All dark and fields stretched out for miles. CREEPY!

It was a 3.5 hour drive but it was well worth it. We were at the location of that fateful day back in September 30, 1955. We were standing near the scene of the James Dean's death site. I felt sad, yet very happy to be there. I had finally made it to the monument errected in his honor. It was the site of the crash that ended his young life. It was eerie that he always said he would die young. He will always be The rebel. The myth. The legend. The one and only James Dean. RIP



There was a small diner there. We stopped and We ate some pie, which said was home made, but it was actually Jell-O pudding. Muscle said it tasted familiar and it did. Kidvic mention Jell-O and yup......he was right. $4 for a pie I coulda made at home. It would have been a bitch, but they paid for me! :-D