Sad news for Hec.

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Daniel, I'm glad you made it home ok.

Once, when DH had a doctor's appointment with a fasting blood draw, he pushed the appointment into the afternoon but refused to wake up and eat a light breakfast (per doctor's orders.) So I went with him and when the doctor checked his blood glucose, he asked DH if he had a ride home. He then told ME to drive and to stop and get DH something to eat IMMEDIATELY. DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.

Daniel, I am so glad you're okay!!

I had whooping cough a few years ago, even though I was vaccinated for that one -- the vaccine can wear off.

My doc re-vaccinated me for whooping cough within the last couple of years. I started teaching and she wanted to make sure the germy kids wouldn't kill me.

DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.

My cousin Steve tested at 32 one day. I have no idea why he isn't dead by now.

I had some low 40s when I was pregnant with Sara and using insulin. Mostly middle-of-the-night, wake-up-shaking-and-sweating moments, neatly cured with orange juice and Oreos. Still, scary. I hated that feeling.

My cousin Steve tested at 32 one day. I have no idea why he isn't dead by now.

As I recall your cousin Steve, that's not the only reason to wonder why he isn't dead by now.

Hubby once had a blood sugar of 17. His doctors didn't believe him and tested his meter, which came back fine. Then they tried him on a brand new meter, which came back at 24. They modified his drugs.

Of course, this is the man whose regular breakfast at the time was a pint of ice cream and a Mountain Dew. Which he'd eat in front of the doctor, who got pissed at him, especially when he'd check his blood an hour later and show her the results--barely above 100.

My Hubby, the mutant.

Gronk. The tree sex has started.

In mememe news, we had a meeting last night about the Great Fire. Attended by a bunch of tenants (some with babies, two with dogs), the fire chief, the fire marshal, some reps from the local firehouse, our city councilman, our area neighborhood council rep, a concumer regulation department rep, and two people from the management company. The building's owner was "out of town". Turns out the alarm system - which is based on an 1852 design - is supposed to ring on all floors ... but didn't. They did tests for about an hour after the meeting ended and the fire marshal verified that, yup, not all the bells rang. This is after the company came in and reset the alarm and tested it for several hours on Monday.

The management company kept saying they were compliant with code ... the code that grandfathered in the antiquated system. That it would cost over $1 million to put in a modern system. That putting in a sprinkler system would be impractical. They were VERY sympathetic.

The guy who asked about maybe putting in a fire escape for those who had to pass by the burning apartment to get to one of the two fire stairs was ignored. The woman who asked about getting some help with making her smoky apartment returned to habitable - and had called the management company's office three times with no response - was shuffled off. The woman who brought up the question of the ventilation system that runs between apartments and corridors and vertically between apartments got the fire marshal's attention.

I'm thinking of moving ... if I can find someplace I can afford that isn't waaaay out of town and/or next to an open-air drug market (which gets me down to, um, not a lot). I need to do some serious apartment excavation, though ... the books and junk have piled up something awful.

I agree with that gronk. Woke up with a half-head head-ache that just won't go away. Isn't migraine level, but I have too much work to do and this is not helping.