Thursday, July 20, 2006

That's why its called a "Convenience" Store

Happy Birthday, Elliott.

You da man, you're an all- around great singer, son, diabetes advocate, and person. You're also too honest for your own good...

Thought about you today as I drove down the interstate, having clocked in a 95 BG. Suspended for an hour. Reached destination, pumped gas. Realized that I would have to go inside and get something to eat also, I was low + didn't have any tabs (or otherwise) on me. Got a drink. Stood in line, low getting worse. Being the exceptionally honest individual that I am, I couldn't drink it till I payed for it.

The wait feels like forever. I slur out a number + immeadiently wonder if that really was my pump #? But it must be, he is doing it right.Autopilot takes over, I hand the guy my credit card, squiggle a John Hancock across the receipt, grab the juice, drain the juice, and head for the door.

The next thing I know, a paramedic is standing over me, asking if I'm ok. Which I am, now that my blood sugar is a comfortable 202. (juice + glucagon finally kicked in) They want to take me in, but I refuse. Didn't bump my head hard, no concussion, no reason to go in.
I sit up, retrieve my cellphone from the purse. Call a friend to come pick me up, I don't think I should drive home. (actually, the paramedic wouldn't let me) Paramedic sticks around till my friend shows up, + I sign the refusal form, go home.

Thought about you again when I read the above article. Can someone please inform every new PWD that is OK to drink/eat something before you pay for it? No one really wants to have to call 911, after you've passed out.

I really shouldn't be so honest-(shoulda drunk the juice while in line), its more trouble then its worth. Sure I'm not the only OC'r this has happened too.

2 comments:

  1. Oh goodness!

    Glad to hear you are Ok!!

    That happened to me once in school - in the lunch line. Same type of thing - just thinking I could make it to the end & pay before eating/drinking.

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  2. Holy shit! I have never passed out before, but I have had one war with three fat paramedics, during which I cursed them all out, flailed about, and eventually succombed to their Insta-Glucose.

    Then I went to the firestation and apologized to them for being such a wild diabetic. :)

    It's not just you. But I am so glad you are okay.

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