Twelve hours and a dozen bags of sugar later I started heaving purple stuff, the nurse turned green and I found a tube being stuffed down my nose that had been pulled out the day before,,, my stomach had shut down and they had to start pumping it again.
Two days later I was on my way home and I wanted to go back to work as soon as possible even though now I would have to wear sweat pants for five months or so.
The insulin injection from my point of view should never have happened; turns out that a half hour or so after the injection the nurse who had injected me had gone to her supervisor crying ( I was told ) saying that she thought she had killed me. almost an hour after that and after I had thrown Sharon out of the room they started the sugar. A few days after I came home, Sharon and I decided that it would be a good idea to look into some sort of lawsuit.
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