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A Boston story in 50 words
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By Elizabeth Zwick

I fell weakly into bed, called my son, and begged: “Bring caramel bulls-eyes!’’

The ambulance EMT tracked my blood sugar crashing all the way down Mt. Auburn Street.

Later my physician acknowledged accidentally injecting insulin instead of a flu shot.

The ER doc said bulls-eyes may have saved my life.

— ELIZABETH ZWICK