Your blood sugar is WHAT?

Wednesday John came home from the hospital.
Thursday he drove all the way to work 26 miles in Atlanta traffic (1 hour)
They took one look and sent him home.
Friday, they sent him home again.
Loooooooooooooooong weekend.
He sleeps most weekend. He looks terrible, he's so tired.
Monday and Tuesday he works 4 hours each day, then runs out of steam.
He comes home and goes to bed.
Tuesday, we have a HUGE fight and he agrees to go to the doctor.
We love our doctor, we drive 35 miles to see him and pass more than 100 other doctors and 3 hospitals to get to him.
John has lost 35 pounds since December.
His diabetes is progressing. He is now on injectable insulin. He is in total denial about this.
He's on a downward spiral and if he doesn't turn this around he won't live to see 55.
He's 50 now.
I'm not prepared to be a widow and stand over a grave.
I'm not prepared to try to explain to Kyle why Paki is no longer here.
His blood sugar at the doctors office??? 289 with nothing to eat but a peanut butter sandwich at 7 am.