Gillian

The only physical problems a person has had in my family lately (other than Dad's knee) is Gillian in general. First her leg, and now for the third or fourth time, she's dehydrated due to the flu, and went to the hospital tonight.

What are we going to do with that girl. She's fine; recovering quickly. The doctor said that once her body gets past a certain point of dehydration it will just reject everything, including medicine. The only way to get her back into gear is to physical put the fluid she's missing in her body back through an IV. Fun for her, I know.

Tonight has just been one crazy ride. Someone at work who has diabetes actually had her blood sugar drop WAY down REALLY fast. It was scary; one minute she's fine and walking around, the next, she's sitting on the floor and delirious. She keeps juice with her at work, so me being the hero, I ran upstairs to our break room, snagged a pouch, dodged customers and sprinted to where she was sitting down. She's also fine. We had to call an ambulance so we could stabilize her, and they watched her for a few hours.

I learned something about myself. I keep a very cool head under pressure, but once the pressure is off, that's when I start to panic. I'm shaking as I type this; that's still how panicked I am about it.

*DEEP BREATHS*
**IN**
**OUT**

Anyway, this has been one heck of a day, and I still need to finish homework. Nighty night.