Well this morning was a heck of a morning already. LOW BLOODSUGAR IS NOT PRETTY!
This is what happened:

I came home from work yesterday and shortly was in bed. i slept on and off all eve and woke up at 1am went back to bed around 140.. well jerry said his bloodsugar was in low 40s. so hewas going to have a packet of oatmeal (28carbs)and a fried egg sandwich. im thinking ok, that would work to bring up his sugar, and also get his reg carb in. okay. so i roll over and went to sleep. well i woke up at 530ish, hes talking REALLY LOUD and off the wall im like oh crap, jump out of bed, hes wobbling down the hall flops on the floor and is crawling.. im like wtheck is going on..im telling him to stop sit. hes babbling stuff that isnt even coherent to be words im like crap crap crap.. i got his bg check , 34. crap.. so i get a glucose gel out and cannot get him to take it. like a baby shaking head side to side wont let you get it in.. i go get my son up.. hes like dang it my first day off work and we have to do this?? im like hey.. i need help scream later.. so im trying to get the glucose in , i need to go rr, son sit with him, i now feel human , can focus and im coaxing like youd do a baby, finally get him to open up and i squeeze 1/3 tube in, he holds it in his mouth.. ughhhhhhh wont swallow.. im like dang ittttttt. well wait. its sugar its going to melt LOL! he will have to swallow. yeah half swallow half drool!!!! well eventually i got that down and another 1/3! thinking OK now in a few he will start being better.the orange cat goes by he points at him. WHOAAAAAAAAAA wait the race is onnnnnnnn he gets up , his legs wobbly under him and then tries to sprint after the cat, he bounces off two walls trying to get down the hall, hes getting lower as he goes, legs giving out,( now this is a short skinny legged man his drawers bagging around him)(i have to admit it was comical if iwasnt so mad!) he flops sideways onto the air mattress at the foot of my bed, tries to cover up.. im like OH NO YOU DONT!! ill let the air out!! ((we had the mattress from son-i hadnt let air out yet THANKFULLY!!)) ( now i might not at all!!)) anyhow i bugged him enough hes up and at it again, right to the living room and onto his knees in front of couch then onto his back on floor, hes still babbling all this time incoherently, son had the Oj/pineapple juice for him that i had tried to get him to drink, well i checked his bg level again, its been like 20 min.. it went up ONE STINKIN POINT!! 35! im like no way!!!well son squatted down by him and coaxed him into drinking the drink thru a straw, boy was jerry was out of it.. sons laughing.. (stress) im like ok.. that should help alot (39 carbs in that drink) well finally i go in kitchen, son went to his bed, and we left jerry laying on the living room floor rolled up in his robe where he wanted to lay, he wouldnt get up on couch. i made some tea, wiped the counters, kept looking in seeing if he looked diff. i checked his bg it was 57. ahhhhhhhh much better.. coming up.. i tried to get him to do another drink, at least now he responds and is coherent, hes like if i drink this im going to be sick.. so he took a bd glucose tablet. so i sat here to type, going to check him now....87!!!!!!!!!!!! now do i dare go to bed?!!!!!! think ill wait a bit make sure he eats some breakfast THAT I FIX HIM, make sure he EATS IT! then ill crash from the adrenaline rush.. now all that ""Rest"" i got yesterday feels like i didnt get any!!!!!! i just asked him if he remembers what he did this morn? hes like no what.. i told him his son will brief him later.This was bull. had he eaten right last night before bed.. HAD I STAYED UP to make sure.. oh well he came reallllllllly close to waking up in the HOSPITAL today! the droooling was just about the breaking point for me. SOOOOOOOOOO THE LESSON?? DONT LET YOUR BLOODSUGAR GET LOW IF POSSIBLE!! i knew it would happen accidentally a few times until we learned how to make it work right for his body, but i wasnt prepared to be awakened like that!!! the other time i walked in from work to find him OUT of it asleep was one thing, but waking up and being slapped with it up like that was a kick in the pants!