This morning I woke up to a noise, not words, just a groan. It took me a minute to figure out it was my bat signal to get up and help.
Luther has Type II diabetes. He had a heart attack in April 2013. In terms of attacks, it was minor. No heart surgery and a stint was put in to his leg, nothing in his heart. Other than eating better, there was no real rehab stuff.
We did eat better. Mostly low sodium, lots of fruit and veggies. I was cooking more, less going out to eat.
Now, with the ALS, the doctors said don't even think about your diabetes. Eat what you want. Eat 3000 calories a day, if you can.
This morning, he couldn't move because he was so weak. The sheets were drenched. His body felt clammy and cold. We got him ice cream, orange juice, an english muffin with peanut butter. More oj. He did perk up a bit, he could open his eyes, he could move again.
I got him up to go to the bathroom and it was hard. He couldn't lift his arms to put them on my shoulders, for support. I put my arms around his waist but it was awkward. He walked like a drunk Frankenstein. Lurching. His right side seemed worse off than ever.
I could see the goose bumps on his arms and back. He's so cold.
We got him back to bed. Covered him up. I'll check on him in about 1/2 hour and see what's up.