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.
One of the friends who drove me home
Oh honey!!!! Just reading it totally freaked me out. I’m glad you had such great friends around and that they took such good care of you.
And here I thought a crazy story would be something like getting in a car accident and not getting any sleep and then going to some strangers house and then catching a train to NYC. 😛
Oh wow, that must have been so scary! I love your reasoning for not drinking in high school. Thanks for sharing!
Oh wow! That’s a crazy story!! Thanks for sharing!
Wow! I can remember things happening to me and how I felt in the moment, but rarely do I think about the others who were involved and the memories that it left on them. A curious thought indeed.
This was so long ago, so I guess comments like “glad you’re feeling better” aren’t quite appropriate — but in the present, I find your thoughts back to that moment to be extremely considerate and compassionate, which is really nice. We can all take a cue from you and put ourselves in others’ shoes every now and then.