Why Have a Dull Saturday Night at Home?

Son #1 received quite an exciting call on his cell phone today.  It was a police officer, telling him that his dad had been found sitting in his car in a hypoglycemic state.  (He'd been out doing electrical work, and had just finished his last job of the day.  He had intentions of grabbing a snack but never got that far.)  Local homeowners, seeing him unresponsive, notified the authorities.  So Mom had to go over to Nassau County Medical Center, where they were bringing Dad in an ambulance.  I was on the phone with my sister-in-law at the time, listening to her excitement with plans to adopt two kittens tomorrow.  Knocked me right out of my reverie.

Hubby was just fine, of course.  He's been on insulin since age 9, the only child diabetic in his family (the others have the adult onset version).  Too little food, too much insulin.  The EMT stabilized his sugar level before taking him to the hospital.  We were impressed that, within an hour after I arrived, they'd taken his vitals a few more times and had all of the lab results.  Grandma and the Three Amigos ordered in pizza for dinner, and were nice enough to order extra for Mom and Dad (since they were famished when they arrived home eventually).  Of course, we discovered that this was only because the first pie didn't make the $15 minimum for delivery.  Sigh.  This was knowledge I could've done without...