My grandmother almost died today. She has been living with me off and on for the last couple of years now. She has been my best friend my whole life, and reality is sinking in that she won't be here much longer. I have this overwhelming sense of guilt now, because I am not equiped to provide her with the care she needs anymore. All I keep thinking about is what if I had been at work? She would have died. I guess I should stop complaining now about my knee injury, if it was not for that I would not have been here and she would have died alone. She is diabetic, her blood sugar suddenly dropped to 25. She was awake for a few minutes, but had no idea who I was or where she was. Called 911 and the paramedics got here so fast. But by the time they arrived she was unconcious. They gave her a megadose of glucose and monnitored her. After about 10 minutes she opened her eyes and asked why there were so many people standing around. This has been the scarist day of my life. I am so not prepared to deal with loosing her. *sigh*