Protecting Our Health In and Out of Prison
A health scare made me think about those less fortunate, those in jails and prisons where literally nobody cares if they live or die
I’ve had a rough week. Last Saturday I worked all day writing and gathering documents for a court case. It was a completely normal and uneventful day, and I went to bed at 10:00. At 2:05 am, my phone alarm went off to tell me that my blood sugar was too low, so I got up to get something to eat. I don’t remember getting downstairs, but I woke up a half hour later, laying on the kitchen floor after having passed out. I was soaked in sweat, as if I had taken a shower with my clothes on. I have two housemates and I began calling for help. Unfortunately, nobody heard me. I tried pulling myself up, but I passed out again. I woke up at 3:30 in the same place and began calling for help again. This time, one of my housemates heard me. He came down, helped me onto the couch, and got me a soda to raise my blood sugar level. But that turned out to not be the problem. When my blood sugar crashes, it only takes five minutes to right itself. This was going into the second hour. After yet another hour on the couch, I asked him to help me get back into bed. But as soon as I tried to get up I passed out again. He called 911.
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