The guy on the other end of the line could hear him yelling and kept me on the phone more I think to keep me calm instead of getting any more information.  In what seemed like an hour but really was only a couple of minutes, 6 paramedics are in my living room working on him.  By that point he had gotten quiet and wedged himself between a chair and the wall, using one of the sofa cushions as a pillow. We all assumed that the orange juice had kicked in finally as I went over his list of meds with one of the paramedics and he was talking with the paramedics.  They checked his blood sugar, 49, that is not good at all.  So they start an IV and push glucose as fast as they can. This isn't the watery stuff you think of from a hospital but in a tube with a big thick syringe. It looks more like syrup or is as close as they can get to syrup to get it into his system  fast. Sooff we go to the ER.

Once we get to the ER I find out that his doctor had given him a different sliding scale to use for his insulin to see if that provided better control of his blood sugars. Well that didn't work out as they planned.  So I sit in the corner of the room as he sleeps as we wait to see how fast his blood sugars come up.  this ER doctor I have not met before.  We are such regulars at the ER that tehre are a couple that recognize my husband as soon as he comes through the door.  After almost 4 hours, they release him and we come home.  He goes to bed and I straighten the furniture in the living room before I head upstairs to take a nap.  Everything looks normal.