My First Blackout
Today I’m choosing a wild card post. I tried to write about Clean It Out, but the words just never sounded right. I’ll only be sharing one story though. Here’s my prompt for today:
Diabetes can sure bring some crazy moments. So tell us your Top 3 craziest D related stories! If you can’t think of three, don’t worry. We’re just as happy with one or two . . . . (Thank you Maria M of My Life: A Long Trip with T1D for this topic.)
I ran into one of these friends at a restaurant this year and I started thinking about this story. Should I tell it? Am I remembering it correctly?
It was a high school dance. I was completely sober all through high school. At the time, drinking with diabetes terrified me. People kept telling me it would feel like feeling low and why on Earth would I want to duplicate that feeling?!
I was still on the exchange system eating only when needed and still taking Lente & Regular and testing 4 or 6 times per day and therefore not carrying my meter with me. I remember feeling low. I went out to my bag to get my tube of tabs. I had two because that is how many I treated with at the time. I wasn’t feeling better. I had the whole tube (10 glucose tabs). My two best friends sat with me and asked me what else to do. I told them to go find my best friend from second grade. The one who wouldn’t hurt a fly, who asked my mother in junior high how to take care of me if my mom wasn’t around. The social butterfly who just didn’t run in our circle. This is where my memory cuts out. They got her, and she got me a can of Sprite and peanut butter crackers. At some point a speaker blew out and the music stopped after a loud bang and no one believes I don’t recall this. One friend went to get her car and the other helped me with my shoes and jacket and purse and they drove me home. When we were driving by a gas station a mile from my house I perked up in the backseat and asked how I got there? They walked me inside and left me with my parents.We never talked about this again. I don’t know how they felt and I don’t know how scared my parents were. I don’t know if they even still think about it. I haven’t talked about this one in a long time, but it’s crazy and wild and it hasn’t happened again. Check here for other crazy diabetes stories!