A Memorable Diabetes Day

Since I was on vacation last week, and have had quite a bit of things going on, I somehow missed this whole “Diabetes Blog Week” event that happened. I am sorry, but I do want to participate! (Even if I am a little bit late!)


Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share.

My most memorable diabetes day occurred sometime about approx. 2 years ago (it was shortly before I met my boyfriend… fiancé, so that is what I am basing it on). I went to bed after a late night of partying and having fun with some girlfriends. I knew I had to wake up by 8am to get dressed and go to work. My dad and stepmom also knew. My alarm went off, and I didn’t budge. My dad came downstairs to wake me up. I didn’t budge. My stepmom came to help him. I didn’t budge. They clearly knew that my blood sugar was low. But they had to figure out how to check my sugar level.

Without hesitation, my stepmom called 911. “We have a diabetic here with VERY low blood sugar, and she’s not waking up!” They were on the way. My dad decided to attempt to check my blood sugar. I slept on my stomach, and hid my hands beneath myself. He decided to prick my big toe, hoping to get some blood out of there. No luck. My skin was too tough.

When the paramedics arrived, they immediately stuck some glucose gel into my mouth and asked how to turn off or suspend my insulin pump (DUHH… something my parents should have known to do!!!)  Well, OmniPod was quite different, and they didn’t know how it worked, so they just ripped it off my stomach. (I was pissed afterwards that they wasted pod, but at least it was the right thing to do in that moment…)

I started to become coherent. I remember looking up at a paramedic and saying “You’re Hot!” Yes, everyone laughed at that one… and to be honest, I don’t know why I even said that! (He wasn’t bad-looking, but nothing like what I really consider “hot”). Then everyone collectively decided to tell me how I was cursing (f*uck you, Get away, I’m fine, Leave me alone!), kicking my legs around when my dad tried to prick my toes, and refusing to let anyone see my hands, let alone prick my fingers. I guess I become a real bitch when my blood sugars are low. Sorry guys!

The little bitchy-ness that comes out of it is all okay — makes everyone involved remember about “that time” when I had a really low blood sugar. Yes, this time was an exceptional time. I am glad I now have someone laying next to me to prevent anymore “memorable” times like these.