I'm not a superstitious person, or at least I've never
considered myself one. Then I thought, hmm...maybe I should look up the
definition and see for sure.
Superstition: noun \ˌsü-pər-ˈsti-shən\
: a belief or way of behaving that
is based on fear of the unknown and faith in magic or luck : a belief that
certain events or things will bring good or bad luck , that some events or
phenomena are omens, and, generally, fearfully believing in a supernatural
dimension to events.
Okay....maybe I am a bit superstitious because I do tend to
believe in omens. Here's a case in point....and because it's almost Halloween,
consider this a 'ghost story' or rather "Paranormal Activity continued".
Last July (2012) I went home (to Texas) to attend the
funeral for my girlfriend's son. I stayed at my cousin Michelle's house and I
hadn't seen her in a few years so we spent a lot of hours 'catching up'. On one
of the nights I was there we had dinner with Michelle's brother and parents.
Now, my uncle, is VERY superstitious and is always telling me stories of magic
and witches and crazy supernatural events he witnessed when he was
younger....he's from the Rio Grande Valley, so believing in all of that is
pretty much ingrained. Anyway, he was telling me about a local 'witch' who
worked out of a little herb shop and how she could cast spells and whatever.
So, being the adventurous fiction writer I am, I said how
cool that would be to go check out. Michelle piped up, "Let's do it. I'll
go with you." To which my uncle
said (something along the lines of), "don't go in there calling her a
witch or anything or she'll hex you." I told him I only wanted to check
out the store and could just say I'm looking for an herb to help me
sleep....I'd been feeling a bit run down.
So he gave me the address and the following morning Michelle and I set
out to find the store. She was feeling a bit apprehensive so I told her, don't
worry, we're just going to check it out and if she asks, we'll tell her we're
looking for herbs or something.So, after driving past the address a couple of times, we pull into a small, graveled parking lot where an old, rundown, building set. It looked like an old convenience store that had been closed for a while. We got out of the car and went to check the front door. It was locked. So, I peered into the grime-stained window to look inside. The place looked empty. There were a few boxes on counters and a shelf to the side with a few scraps of papers, a couple of books and some figurines. It looked like whoever had been there only took what they really wanted and left the rest.
There was a banner attached to the roof with a phone number
so Michelle suggested we call it. I got a bit of an uneasy feeling, so I said, "Nah,
it's no big deal. Besides, I'd gotten pretty much what I wanted...a look
inside." So we left and the next day I flew back to Arizona and began
preparing for my trip to Anaheim and the RWA conference, which was two weeks
away. A few days after I got home I got a call from my aunt saying Michelle had
to be rushed into surgery because her colon had ruptured. A few weeks before
Mic had learned she had diverticulitis and was on medication (I think). She was
in the hospital for a week, recovering and was scheduled another round of
surgery the following September. It was pretty scary and I'm so relieved she's
fine now.
Now, during that week, I was still struggling with insomnia
and I was having trouble eating....I had no appetite and was basically living
on watermelon and strawberries because it was the only thing I could eat that
didn't taste like paste. On the Saturday
before I was to leave for RWA I was feeling really drained, so I asked my
daughter if I could use her meter to check my blood sugar. I don't know why, it
was just one of those things that popped into my head. I wasn't diabetic, my doctor
told me I was borderline a few months previously, but I hadn't really given it
much thought. So, she gave me her meter and ran upstairs so it wouldn't
register on her pump....she's Type 1 and the meter is wireless to go to her
insulin pump.
So, I did the finger prick and test and my sugar read 535....normal is 70. I figured it was wrong, and, because Manda was still in the
house, she saw the numbers and said,
'That's too high."
"It's probably wrong," I
said. "I'll try again."
535.
*sigh*
So, I texted Michelle....she's an RN and my 'go-to' with
medical emergencies.
She said, "That's too high.
Go to the ER. You need insulin."
And, me, being the stubborn person
I am said, "I just took one of the insulin pills the doctor gave me (a few
months ago) so I'll wait and see if it works."
Since she knew it was an argument she wouldn't win, she
continued to text me until the hour was up and I could check my sugar again.
545.
After a bit of hemming and hawing (there was a monsoon, I should wait on that. My husband and son are at
the ballgame, there's no one to drive me...blah blah) Manda and I climbed
into the car and I went to the ER. They took me in right away when I mentioned
my high sugar, and did another test. It didn't register on their machine, which told them my sugars were above 700 now. So, they took me to trauma and tried to start an I.V. Because I was so
dehydrated it took three nurses and six tries to find a vein!! After a few hours the doctor came in and said, "Guess what? You're not borderline anymore!" He also said they were going to keep me in the hospital for the next two days to monitor me and make sure they can get my sugar down. But, I had a trip in two days and said, "Nope. I gotta be out of here tomorrow." To which he was not all that happy about. Needless to say, he let me leave on the following day with strict instructions to not eat anything high in carbs.....yeah, that turned out to be a fun trip!
So anyway, as Michelle and I started to heal, we realized
that our troubles both started after we went to see the witch. Did our snooping
around her store cause our illnesses?? Had there been a spell of some sort
around the store? We don't know for
sure....but it's quite the coincidence, don't you think?
Whichever you believe, I gotta admit, it makes for great suspense in my work. ;-)
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