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Diabeticliberty
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Actually I don't have trouble with authority but sometimes it doesn't give you the response you might hope for. Following on from Alan's (no not that one, the other one) post about first hypo I thought I might offer a true story about one of own nearly disastrous misadventures quite a few years ago. My wife, then girlfriend had just moved into my mum's house after my mum passed away. We borrowed a big chunk of money and had various people round knocking walks through and laying cement bases for a porch on the front of the house. The house was an absolute bombsite and we were feeling pretty strung out. The freezer was being replaced as some kind contractor had dropped a breeze block on the old one and it was on its last legs as was the fridge. We therefore had absolutely nothing in it. We had friends coming round so my wife had gone to the supermarket to pick up food and drink. I remember taking my insulin and the fastest acting hypo I have ever experienced in my life followed. I recall driving, this was at a time before I became more enlightened about the dangers of driving with low blood sugars. I walked in to our local shop and vividly remember walking around the aisles without any direction as to what I was meant to be there for. I then walked out without sweet drinks or chocolate and now in severe difficulty. I then drove to a petrol station about a mile from the shop. When I walked in I remember the lady behind the counter looked absolutely terrified. I was filled with an overwhelming sense that the poor girl believed I was trying to rob her. I then pulled a handful of fivers and tenners out of my pocket and all I could think to say was "Please can you help me?". She had no idea what was wrong, I was perspiring very heavily and this was in the middle of winter. I was also extremely confused. The poor woman must have been beside herself. The next thing I remember is a young policeman and a young police woman stood in front of me accompanied by an older sergeant who was overweight and had short cropped grey hair. The younger police officers were quite accommodating but the older feller was extremely aggressive. I got the impression that he was trying to play the alpha male role. He stood in front of me and was actually shouting at me. I remember him suggesting that I had been taking drugs. I started laughing in his face, not to antagonise him but because in my state my brain could not work out what next to do. This made him extremely angry and at this point he threatened me with a can of CS spray. I remember stuttering the word DIABETIC and one of the younger officers dragged me to one side and asked for my car keys. At this point I remember falling over. The officer managed to get me back to my feet. They suggested that they would take me home and question my wife about what was wrong with me. I still don't think at this point they believed that I was diabetic. I walked over to the drivers side of the car and the older chap said "If you try to drive that car I will arrest you". The car had a keypad immobiliser in the centre console and I was only trying to deactivate it. I sat in the passenger seat of my own car while one officer drove and the police car followed us. I remember at this stage becoming very agitated as the mixture of adrenalin and insulin burned up what very little blood sugars I had remaining. Finally we arrived home and my girlfriend came running out of the house. The angry copper asked her "What's wrong with him and is he taking drugs?" My girlfriend explained that I was diabetic. Mr Angry shoved me onto her and said "You'd better sort him out then". I fell into some fencing and then face first into a row of privet hedges. My friends then joined her and between them they managed to get me into the house and about a gallon of fresh orange juice later I came around. I awoke on Sunday morning with a doosey of a headache and a large lump and bruise on my right temple. There is of course every possibility that this was self inflicted due to my state of complete collapse. I am however still convinced to this day that on the garage forecourt Mr. Angry clouted me. My friends suggested formally complaining. I felt then that this might have the police involve DVLA which in fairness they would have been perfectly right to do. I therefore decided to do nothing. Outside of my family I have never repeated this story. I do not have any problems with the police. Most of them do a thankless often dangerous job with very little public support. Here are however bad apples in every barrel.
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Even if you were under the influence of drugs it's not going to help the situation by being aggressive to you, is it?
