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So the frog already cleared up what I was gonna say. *highfives Mikel* IDK what unit they are using but under no circumstances 179 is normal. Standard is 80-120 mg/dl or 5.5-7.8 mmol/L (Random blood glucose). Now, what you are describing above clearly seems like a hypoglycaemic attack. The Blood glucose level of 30 and 50 are both consistent with that. You mentioned they gave you an I/V, which was probably 25% Glucose solution and since you were out of it as soon as they got the glucose in you, it is almost diagnostic of a hypoglycemic attack. The blood glucose level of 179 at the hospital is consistent with the glucose load given. Also, if they had given you a Glucagon injection to raise blood glucose, it will cause it to shoot up that level.You mentioned being scared (sense of impending dread) also is suggestive of hypoglycemic attack. Now, what does complicate the whole thing is your history of seizure. I can't blame the doc but she must have had some justification for putting this as a seizure. The lack of consciousness is not enough to diagnose a seizure. The post ictal recovery, often accompanied by nausea and vomiting, is absent. Did your husband notice any abnormal jerking or movement of any body part? It might have been an atonic seizure, if not. But again, Hypoglycaemic attack seems more likely as per your history. But, the question remains, even so what caused it? Were you on an empty stomach at that time? Stressing over something? I think you need a proper work up. May be a second opinion will do you good. In the meantime however, do not ignore the EEG and CT. They will help rule out the differentials. And in any case, do not stay alone for a length of time in any place. Keep bathroom doors unlocked. Inform a family member if you are going to the bathroom. Take rest. God bless. You will be back in shape in no time. Hugs and Chocolates.

Happy Birthday!

The Ddraig-Cyfrinachau! I was waiting for this baby a long time. But, you are not ending it so soon! *no streamers then* Although I like the short story ideas, I would hate to have an epic encounter with dragons turn into a... IDK... whatever. So no ending in few chaps mister. Hugs.

I loved his acting. History boy's teacher was something sublime for me. "The tree of man was never silent..." May Lord Grant him peaceful respite and his loved ones closure.

Not trying to kill your mojo, but I think it's better if you had the surgery. Age+Diabetes+Pain suggests it so. Hoping for the best. Will be praying for you. Get well soon.

Loves and Prayers! Everything will be alright soon.

Thank you, Har, Love, Simba! A wish retains its fragnance even if it is belated. :hug: May the coming days be filled with love and happiness for you all! Hugs and Chocolates!

Thank You, Mikel and Andy! May the coming days be as delightful for you as for me! Hugs and Chocolates! No Michael, as much as I want to, I am not going to kill you! Thank you, even if a day late!

Thank you Ghosty, Finn, Daddy, Ieshwar, Yettie, Fishwings, Tetrefine, Slytherine! YOu lot are the best. Hugs! May Vanilla flavoured lemon and butter cream icing with pink edible roses cakes shower from heaven for my friends in GA! Hugs and Chocolates! *goes away eating Fishwing's cupcake... yum*

How're your Kidneys? Get them checked out. Take care in the mean time. Don't try to move much till you get that x ray report back. Will wait for the update. Hugs. :hug:

ADORABLE HUBBY! Can I get him? Really Joann you are hilarious. I would have been scared too in such a situation, but calling hubby at the middle of the night, then getting a chunk out of the poor man's deck which he probably built himself, then putting the blame on him(only possible by women BTW), And still he doesn't cry or run away, He Just Laughs, He loves you sooo much. I am rather envious of you now, Mama Bear. Tell Papa Bear anytime he want's to switch there will be a truckload of men of all varieties and sizes waiting for him. Hugs and Chocolates. P.S. Stay safe, keep your 9mm handy and don't burn down the house.

So this particular blog post is peculiar in a way, because here I am going to share something I am passionate about... actually not one but two things... Music & Poetry. Bollywood industry of the yesteryears has produced some of the most talented musicians - Singers, lyricists, composers and even directors who have indeed put those musical gems into an appropriate wrapper of cinema and actors who emoted the languish and the laughter, bringing life to the lyrics. Bollywood is wellknown to give complete entertainment and these songs truly represent that. I, in this particular post, am going to talk about two special songs that describe, what LOVE is! A seemingly simple question has created by far unseemingly huge number of answers in all of human disciplines. This may just be the poetic solution to those all. The first song is picturized on Dev Anand(India's first truly international star) and Wahida Rahman(admittedly one the most beautiful Indian woman of all time). Singers are eponymous Lata Mangeshkar and Kishor Kumar. For the uninitiated in Indian music, these names may not ring a bell, but any Indian will most clearly tell you Lata Mangeshkar is India's true jewel in the crown after Koh-i-noor. And a musical genious like Kishor Kumar comes once every millenium, a natural tallant who is capable of keeping Lata (with her gazillion years of musical training) on tiptoe without any particular musical training to call own at all. No words can properly describe this dynamic duo that, for Indian music's good fortune, came at the same time in history. You have to listen and make your own assumptions. SD Burman, as another stalwarth of his field, is one of the greatest music directors India has ever seen. We will keep him for another day. This song from Prem Pujari shows all that I rhapsodized about. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZIqJ4VTVJs The lyrics for the song above in plain english, check out the fluidity of the verse. This is the best translation I found over the net. Lyricist: Neeraj Take a fair amount of mischief, Some mirth and jokes in liberal showers, Get the surge of the ocean from a coral reef, And mix in the radiance of flowers. Then add a small measure of liquor. The state of giddy stupor That you get from all the above Is what we call love. Love is like a childhood full of laughter. It is like the weather gone off kilter. May feel like an ember while you still flirt. But as soft as dewdrops when you touch it in spurt. And no matter where you are, It could be a known place or somewhere far. You could be in a crowd or all alone, In the middle of a fete or in solo zone. What lingers in your mind like a hand in a glove. That is what we call love. And if one had to identify that loved one, His colour like molten gold is magnetic, bright, Warming your world each day like the sun. Her body would ooze the nectar of life Softly purging your mind of all strife. As if a tune buoyant and light Played softly in the still of the night. And no matter if it is sunny or gray. What waits for you each moment while you are away, With the peace and calm of a dove, Is what we call love. When you remember your love interest, Loneliness too passes by with ease. As if a flute plays and stays abreast Breathing life into a town like the breeze. And whatever be your worldly pursuits The daze that consumes you and refuses to wane, The intoxication that lightens your routes, The colour that permeates each lane, As if cascading from the heavens above, That'S what we call love. The next song is again a Dev Anand/Kishor Kumar/SD Burman number. And it is about love again. Lyricst: Mira Dev Burman, wife to SD. From the same movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Z4iYbxFBZKQ Took some floral tints for a start, And used the pen of my heart, To write you a letter each day and vent, A few words about how you torment Me each and every moment. I go to sleep dreaming of you. I wake up and your memory uncurls. I remain entangled in your thoughts, Like the thread in a string of pearls. Clouds and lightening, sandalwood and water. That is how we are bound together. There are many storms we have to weather. We’ll have to take birth many times. So intoxicating are this love’s rhymes, So sweet it’s enchanting chimes. We’ll have to take birth many times…. You are the music that I breathe, The lilt of my heartbeat. You are the swan song of my dreams- Precious, one of a kind. You are the bloom that gleams And scents the lanes of my mind. Whether it’s a short journey Or a long sojourn. Whether it’s a deserted cranny Or a vibrant congregation. The moment I think you out aloud, My heart is alone in a crowd. North or south, east or west. Your smile adds zest to all directions. And I do try my best, Using all sense and inflections, To avoid, evade and desist. But it becomes more difficult to resist. Storms stopped me, raging thunders curbed. The world called me fondly away. But I went on unperturbed. A picture was enough to hold sway For me to leave all and come your way. We will have to take birth many times. So intoxicating are this love’s rhymes, So sweet it’s enchanting chimes…. The metaphores used are classical Indian in nature and the language heavily Urdu-laden Hindi. The poetics of these pieces far surpass my level, and I can only feel awed by such marvelous creations. Ofcourse, the english version is somewhat watered down compared to the original, yet still retains it's flavour and beauty unmixed. The question of love will, although haunt you forever, but now hopefully you will have a melody to acompany it. Hugs and Chocolates. Share your thoughts in the comment.

Soren didn't come up this emotionally immature before. At least I thought otherwise. Guess you are letting his age show. Cody seems a notch higher in issues. Closeted emotional teenager... Tasty morsel. Will Soren be able to ride this wave?

Now, we are talking! Noel is a welcome addition, if all of Luka's suffering was to glorify this... angel?

Wow! Luka is turning out to be quite a character. Raquel is another one to watch out for.

It will take a few moments to get my gag reflexes under control. I am not entirely sure I wanted to read that Child-Adult sex scene. But, hope this sets the scene for something better and complex.

Wonderful News, Renne! May Lord grant him prompt and complete recovery!

Wait a sec... I see all the glorious reviews here and I'm confused now. That last snippet was a bone chilling experience. Isn't Storm the same guy? Or Did I get it all wrong? Anyways, beautifully or shall I say horrifically done. How you know so much in detail about rape trauma syndrome is another question altogether. I can't like this story. But, this is excellently done. 5 stars.

btw i took the pic from the web and I do not own the copyright of it which belongs to the actual owner whom ever that may be.

It is often very difficult to put into words what you feel. I am better at this with poetry. But, simple hard truths are never really my style. I like them the way I like hungry lions, caged and at a distance, preferably with a loaded gun in my hand. Yet, sometimes it becomes emphatic to tell the truth. And then it becomes hard. For years I have worn many masks; Masks of happiness, of humour, of grandiosity, of known lies and unknown truths. But, beneath all that garbage, lies a scared boy and a vain man and a chimera of sorts, made of all the failures and loses that life puts you through. I hide my true self beneath the said masks because, I fear the naked skin underneath that is vulnerable and raw. Right at this moment, as I am writing this, my self preservation systems are shutting down my brain and my hands are not following my command. My mind is going blank. I thought, I am capable of putting this out, putting my bleeding heart on a plate. But, clearly as always I misjudged myself. May be some other day. Just a little info, I think I am in love with a certain someone, I am not telling whom, so don't ask. And I am afraid, terrified, petrified that if he knows, he will or will not return my feelings. But, if he does, it will end up as a failure sooner than later. And I will be alone once more and the darkness will eat me up whole. That is the subject of my recurrent nightmares, that have pushed me to the end of my sanity. I'm tired of going through the same dream of acceptance and then eventual harsh rejection or worse. It is curious to note that, my mother, who is a lovely lady and the queen of my heart, figures prominently in these dreams, and more often than not, is the source of the discordance, direct or indirectly. Even funnier still, is the fact that she always leaves me at the end of the nightmare. Abandoned by my mother and my lover, I finally drown in heretofore unknown depths of despair and languishment. It is very unlike me to remove my masks and let my rotten carcass breath the air. But, the nightmares have become unbearable, and I want the routine to end. So, I have chosen to make this public (which is also a part of the inner fear). Hopefully, it will end here... or not.

As Yettie said, Be positive. I will pray for you!

Let me, answer with a little story here: Once there was a rich businessman in ancient Varanasi(one of the holy cities of Hindus). He loved his mother dearly and looked after her quite well. Then inadvertently, a time came when she passed away due to old age. Being consumed with grief he mourned for days. Then, after her final rites he decided to commemorate his wonderful mother by erecting a temple dedicated to Lord Shiva, in her memory. Thus, on the river bed amongst the numerous ghats, he constructed a beautiful Shiv-temple in her honour. Carved out of the finest marble and adorned with many ornamentation, the temple was finally complete after many years toil and high expenses. Then, came the time to dedicate the temple to Lord Shiva. At the end of the dedication ceremony, the son prayed to the gods for his mother's eternal residence in the heavens and concluded the prayer with a touching eulogy of the very many kindness the woman had shown to him all her life. Then, he said,"Indeed you have given me much and it is my duty to pay you back. So, with this elaborate temple that I have erected in your honour, I heretofore repay all my debts to you, o' mother!" And as soon as the words were out, the perfectly constructed temple, which had been carefully erected over many years after much planning and deliberation, became tilted at one side. What was perfect, had now become flawed, unsuitable for consecration. And suddenly there was the thunderous voice of the gods from the sky which proclaimed,"Imbecile! You could construct millions of such temples, yet could never repay a mother's kindness. Only for your deceased mother's fervent plea, we accept this imperfect offering and grant your heart's desire." To this day, the temple stands as a testimony to the greatness of one's mother, her complete surrender and divine love for her children. It shows, one can never truly fathom the depth of a mother's heart and celebrate her love accordingly. My salute to all the mothers in this world including my own, whom Yettie has embodied unknowingly yet so accurately in his poem.

Always a cute Rambler! No wonder your hubby lets you snore at night! *runs to hide behind Yettie*

Thank you MikeL for being such a sweetheart and showing me a very serious flaw. It has been corrected now.

Lemons>Lemonade! Don't know what to say. Just remember, nothing is permanent. So, this day too will pass. Hugs and Chocolates.