This morning, my youngest brother had a diabetic seizure. It was terrifying.
He only has seizures when his blood sugars are dangerously low. Whenever he has one, I worry that we won’t be able to get them back up in time and he’ll die.
I always have flashbacks of when I got the phone call telling me my sister had died.
His seizure this morning was worse than normal. We called 911 and gave him a glucagon injection. He didn’t respond. I rubbed sugar into the inside of his cheek while my mom prepared another injection of glucagon.
He seized for 10 straight minutes while we waited for the paramedics. He had been sitting on a chair in the living room when he started seizing. Before I could get to him, he fell off, faceplanting on the wood floor, and hitting his head on a tv tray.
I rushed to move things out of his way while dialing 911 so that he couldn’t injure himself.
Those 10 minutes seemed to last forever.
Luckily, he’s doing better now.
Are you familiar with Post Secret?
Tonight in group, we did a post secret type activity. We each got index cards and were instructed to write out our secrets on them.
Some were things like “I want another tattoo.”
Most were very intimate.
Many made me cry.
It was a rough group.
Then, we had process group. I admitted that I had been frustrated with my brother for not taking care of his diabetes the way he should be, and thus putting my mom, his girlfriend, and I in the position of just trying to keep him alive and freaking out. However, once process group started, I started feeling hypocritical because I am not taking care of myself the way I should. I admitted that I don’t know how to take care of myself, and that I don’t feel I deserve to.
I cried through my admission, and after, I started to panic and was having trouble breathing. My counselor noted that I feel a lot of shame when I feel vulnerable. It’s true. And I HATE to feel vulnerable.
My homework assignment for this week is to come up with a list of 25 reasons I’m worthy and deserving of food. I’m having a lot of trouble coming up with anything.
I’m sorry to hear about your brother. It sounds like a traumatic day. You deserve food because God made your body to need to eat. Love you xo
Hey Hun, oh boy. I am struggling too. It’s tough 😦 I guess we just need to feel loved and somehow discover our worth. Isn’t it so funny how easy it is to see the worth in others but not ourselves?
That sounds so scary about your brother! A lot going on there between how you feel about taking care of yourself, flashbacks to your sister’s passing and all that vulnerability. I’m glad he’s ok. And sounds like you did some tough opening up at group! Good job…that’s gotta be practically a swear word to me I hate it so much!! The “v” word! It’s obscene to me! No clue how it works…vulnerable?! Ehhh…guess we’ll keep learning. Hugs to your day
Oh my goodness, what a day. I am so relieved your brother is okay. I still like your homework. You are doing some hard work. I hope you are proud of the work you are doing.
I’m glad he’s ok too.
This is definitely the hardest thing I’ve done, I think ever.