Doctor’s Calls and Hospital Brawls

I don’t usually use my blog to report my day’s events but yesterday was something different. I had a simple plan for the day. I was going to a pastor’s workshop in Etobicoke, then I was going to find a coffee shop to start working on my sermon and then I was going to my army reserve unit to fill out some paperwork. Easy enough.

However, I’m currently on prednisone treatment for my sarcoidosis. While I have been on the prednisone for a month and a half, the last week has been pretty rough. While I’m okay with side effects, all the symptoms were pointing to diabetes. My father had diabetes and I was diagnosed as pre-diabetic before going on the prednisone. So to stay safe, I had blood work done before going to Etobicoke.

The pastor’s workshop was great. Dr. Dallas Friesen of the CBOQ led us through a discussion of the Church and Change. It was great to network with some other pastors. Just after finishing four delicious chocolate chip cookies, I received a text from my wife saying blood sugars were at 23.3. Anything over 7 is considered diabetes. My level was about the same as when my father was diagnosed.

My plan was to continue with my day, get some work done and go to my army unit in the evening, I would likely see the doctor later in the week.

Instead, I received a phone call from my doctor’s office saying that I need to rush to the emergency room because of my blood levels and get some insulin immediately.

Hoping to still make it to my meeting at my unit, which is in Brampton, I went to the Brampton hospital which was only twenty minutes away. I always find it interesting that family doctor can feel you need to be at the emergency room immediately but an emergency room will wait four or five hours to see you.

I finally made it into a room in the emergency room at the hospital. I kept hearing announcements about code whites on the speakers but I was having trouble remembering what white was.

Then I found out.

As I was laying on the bed preparing to get an IV, I saw five security guards on a very agitated patient. There was plenty of yelling and swearing. In his attempt to get away from security, he kept backing up. Tables and boxes were flying but more alarming was that every step brought them closer to my room. Eventually they were in my room.

My nurse gave me a push and jumped on the bed with me. My first thought was that she was very brave, to make sure I was away from the violence and putting herself between me and the danger. When the man was taken away, the nurse said to me, “Sorry about jumping on your bed, but I have two young children and I can’t get hurt.” I laughed because her self-preservation was still my protection.

So where am I at now? They were able to get my blood sugar down with insulin and IV. I got out of there at around midnight. I’m still on prednisone, at least for another few weeks. I’m going to have to learn to live a diabetic life for a while. I will do what many sarcoidosis patients do and live with the side effects of prednisone. I’m also going to pray that the diabetes disappears after the prednisone treatment stops.

And that was my day.

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6 thoughts on “Doctor’s Calls and Hospital Brawls”

  1. Thanks for posting this. I’ve been dealing with pulmonary sarcoidosis since 2011. I, too, am a minister and am serving in the Presbyterian Church. Most of the postings that I’ve come across (certainly on Facebook, but not limited to that) are from folks in the US. You’re the first person I’ve seen who is in Canada and not far from Burlington where my current church is. Again, thanks for sharing your story and for helping someone not feel quite as alone in this struggle. Blessings, Rev Bruce McAnsh.

    1. Nice to connect with you. Interestingly, I had friend who was in most of my DMin classes who got sarcoidosis about a year before me. After an initial steroid treatment he went into remission and now runs marathons. Not my story. Hopefully he can chat more eventually. Blessings.

  2. As an insulin diabetic and evangelist, you’d be surprised at how healthier you become.
    Another of God’s little trials in order to rely more fully upon his Grace. 🙂

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