Noah's Plight

Noah's in the hospital as of 4:45-ish last night. They left around 4. Sam asked me to stay and sleep with him, so somehow, we both fit in his very too little bed. At around 5, he turned to me and said "Get out and go to your room." So I did and slept with the door open for the first time in ages. I don't remember exactly what time I actually got to sleep but it was rather early. Then I had to get up at 9:00 and make Sam test his glucose and all of that. I made his favourite: tuna with diced onions on bread for breakfast. I added lots of tomato and then I went to clean up and suddenly got really nauseas.

I wasn't having asthma as badly in the morning, but it was still acting up a little. Last night was awful. I actually fell down and couldn't move for about ten minutes and I stopped breathing for about a minute at a time intermittently. This has happened before and each time it's a bit scary and I have to talk myself into wanting to live. Last night the little self-coaching went a little like this:
"You know what would be really sad, Tali? Dying when you're 18. Just two weeks after your birthday, too. Dying when you're 18. And yeah, yeah, people haven't made it there, but you want to breathe. You want to breathe. Breath! Breathe! Breathe! Well, I suppose it worked. I didn't let anyone know about all this because they were a little preoccupied with Noah.

It turns out he wasn't faking. I was kind of suspecting that in the end. The breathing was ridiculously scary and I didn't think anyone could fake something like that unless they were absolutely mad, and although he was absolutely mad at the time, it was a different kind of absolutely mad. Apparently, he had what's called ketoacetosis. I'm not quite sure if I spelled that right, but whatever. To explain this, I'm going to copy and paste an IM conversation because I don't feel like typing it over.

(14:35:50) a HangMansBurden: ok, basically, it happens when diabetics get sick--well, the ketones (you know what those are, right??) usually get high
(14:36:25) a HangMansBurden: but his blood sugar was off the charts (literally...the meter wouldn't register the number other than HI) for so long that the ketones went off the charts, too. usually you can fix this with insulin, etc
(14:36:42) helfyrebrimstone: uh huh
(14:36:54) a HangMansBurden: but his was too high for too long.
(14:37:22) a HangMansBurden: this apparently causes the blood to become acidic, which causes lack of oxygen to lungs, heart and other organs (hence his awful breathing)
(14:37:30) a HangMansBurden: *go mom for yelling at him to stop it*
(14:37:34) a HangMansBurden: *rolls eyes*
(14:37:36) helfyrebrimstone: lol
(14:37:41) helfyrebrimstone: sorry, im not laughing
(14:37:54) a HangMansBurden: so they took him in and he's been hooked up to whatever...then he had to transfer hospitals at about 8am
(14:38:02) a HangMansBurden: so now he's sleeping and almost back to normal sugar levels

Explanation complete. So Dad's come home to take a nap, etc etc. And Sam is watching some show of his that I hate, and I came down here to update this. Sorry this post has been a bit of a bore. I'm not in a very happy mood. Maybe that'll change later. Mark usually cheers me up...except I might have to miss The 4400. Or maybe I'll just make him watch it with me and then we can go out and do whatever. Sam wants to come too. We'll see. It'll make him happy, but I still don't know. He said he only wants to come if Mom and Dad switch places. I don't blame him.