This is traca.
The pajamas party ended like the Rosario de la Aurora.Last night Celia called me at 12. I was 345. I told him to correct quickly and call me back to both, to ensure good blood glucose before bedtime.At 2 he was 60. Well, we have spent the correction, so take a cup of milk with two tablespoons of sugar and three cookies.I gave me stick to call her later, because they are not hours.
Total, which Natalia called me this morning, her friend, that we were fast, that Celia was wrong.Natalia's mother, a person's charm, asked me what to do, that Celia was convulsing.I told him to call 112 and that we were shot home.
To all this, Natalia does not live in Llanes, but in a town at 15 kms.
I took the glucagon and we left like rockets (within what fits, because the road was full of Sundays contemplating the landscape).Vicente driving and remembering the ancestors of Sundays, diabetes and the mother who bore her, and I on the mobile talking to Natalia's mother, who, as the doctor's telephone indications, had smeared the interior of the mouthTo Celia with sugar.
Total, that we arrived before the ambulance, despite the caravan (already worth them) and put the glucagon.When the ambulance arrived, the doctor only confirmed that he was already tracing.
In the end we stayed to eat, because Celia was fatal, with vomiting (he always happens with the glucagon) and Natalia's mother insisted that we waited for it to be better.Lovely family who treated Celia de Cine, and who desperately blaming himself because he did not force her to breakfast.
Anyway, that the "normal life", for the moment, is not going to be.I have already told Celia's friends that, when they want to sleep together, it will have to be in my house, because it will take a long time to go back to sleep outside.The poor had a gordos cup.
Anyway, I promised me a quiet Sunday and this is what came out.
Health