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It's Only Diabetes So What's The Big Deal?

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A daft question which today was answered for me with a smack across the chops with cold hard reality.


My own sometimes personally annoying ability to do some really daft, thick stupid stuff never ever ceases to astound me. This afternoon's curious events however have raised the bar somewhat. I am out all day tomorrow teaching and demonstrating and when indulging in these days I have to sometimes force myself to eat. This would of course not happen did I not have a supply of food and drink. With this in mind I took myself off to my local Tesco really really big store. Before getting out of my car I ran a test with a device that in light of recent discussions shall remain anonymous. It did however come up with????? Yes you guessed it correctly - low glucose event. I did actually feel hypoglycaemic. I did actually have a bottle of orange Lucozade in my door pocket. For some obscure reason which I cannot explain to myself let alone any of you I decided that I would like to be 'Johnny Hardpants' and leave the Lucozade in the car. It's only a hypo , so bloody what? Walking around Tesco I start to encounter some degree of confusion and a large degree of disorientation. After 30 odd years of these I now find that if I am able to remain relatively calm than I am able to remain relatively coherent for longer than I used to be able to do. I actually did not remain calm and events started to overtake me. I pushed a trolley full of light bulbs, pork chops and toilet brushes to my car which really was a real ordeal. By now I was pretty scattered and dumped the stuff in the car park before dropping the Lucozade which when I tore the lid off fizzed up in my face delightfully. I sat there for 40 minutes recovering and now have one of those wonderful cold core feelings and the mother of all headaches.

I really, really should and do know better. So why oh why oh why did I choose to do this?

COS I REALLY AIN'T GOT THE IQ OF A STICK OF CELERY
 
A daft question which today was answered for me with a smack across the chops with cold hard reality.


My own sometimes personally annoying ability to do some really daft, thick stupid stuff never ever ceases to astound me. This afternoon's curious events however have raised the bar somewhat. I am out all day tomorrow teaching and demonstrating and when indulging in these days I have to sometimes force myself to eat. This would of course not happen did I not have a supply of food and drink. With this in mind I took myself off to my local Tesco really really big store. Before getting out of my car I ran a test with a device that in light of recent discussions shall remain anonymous. It did however come up with????? Yes you guessed it correctly - low glucose event. I did actually feel hypoglycaemic. I did actually have a bottle of orange Lucozade in my door pocket. For some obscure reason which I cannot explain to myself let alone any of you I decided that I would like to be 'Johnny Hardpants' and leave the Lucozade in the car. It's only a hypo , so bloody what? Walking around Tesco I start to encounter some degree of confusion and a large degree of disorientation. After 30 odd years of these I now find that if I am able to remain relatively calm than I am able to remain relatively coherent for longer than I used to be able to do. I actually did not remain calm and events started to overtake me. I pushed a trolley full of light bulbs, pork chops and toilet brushes to my car which really was a real ordeal. By now I was pretty scattered and dumped the stuff in the car park before dropping the Lucozade which when I tore the lid off fizzed up in my face delightfully. I sat there for 40 minutes recovering and now have one of those wonderful cold core feelings and the mother of all headaches.

I really, really should and do know better. So why oh why oh why did I choose to do this?

COS I REALLY AIN'T GOT THE IQ OF A STICK OF CELERY
Sorry to hear this storey, Hope things are ok now. Life is a big test for T1s at times 😱
 
I have had a large glug of Lucozade and a slab of chocolate. Tested again and was still only hovering at 3.8mmols and have followed up with dinner and bloods are still not lifting much above the wrong side of low. I occasionally get these super drops and they can be a real bloody pig to get through without pushing my blood sugars so far over the radar that you can't see them off the roof of my house. It's usually just a case of little bits of carbohydrate and keep monitoring until things level out.
 
Goodness me 😱 Hope you are OK now, and have learned your lesson young man! 😱 🙂


I am a great believer that stupid learns very slowly indeed. I am obviously testament to that thinking :D
 
Ooh I really feel sorry for you. I have done something much worse than that with a hypo but I'm not going to admit to it in writing, even if it was over 20 years ago.
 
Ooh I really feel sorry for you. I have done something much worse than that with a hypo but I'm not going to admit to it in writing, even if it was over 20 years ago.


You could just whisper a bit. I promise not to tell anyone. Honest I do. Well actually...........................................😉
 
Sorry but no chance lol
 
Sorry to hear of your hypo and hope youre feeling better.
I did have a bit of a giggle reading that though.
 
"a trolley full of light bulbs, pork chops and toilet brushes"
My god you had an interesting night planned hey?


My dear old mother always used to say to me 'Geoffrey, you are a major disappointment to me'. Whoops sorry that was a different conversation. 'Geoffrey, you can be very have enough bacon, electric light and bathroom cleaning products' . Then she would get blind drunk on sherry and clout me around the head with a manhole cover. Oh how we laughed as I went to A+E for another couple of hundred stitches. :D
 
Sounds like my mum she would often shout salt for no reason, threaten us with teeth - never understood that - nearly killed my dad with a mop whilst he was hemorrhaging and only watches people on telly who she hates so she can sit there brooding and growling like some angry boxer. I would say she truly hates around 99.999999999% of people, but I love her the ole dear.
 
Looks like a good leg slapping is in order!🙄
 
I think we all do daft things like that (the Tesco thing, not the conversation with your mother) when bgl is low, just because low bgl makes our brains fuzzy. I've several times gone for my afternoon rest feeling hypo because I couldn't be bothered with the faff of testing when I was so tired ... needless to say I then woke up drenched with sweat and mega-hypo, and one time I woke up really alarmed not knowing who/where/what I was and what the strange person (we've only been together 24 years) saying "I think you need to test your blood sugar" meant 😱
 
Oh why did I expect that answer!🙄
 
We are men we just love to be beaten by women. You haven't got a nurses uniform and a rolled up towel by any chance have you? 😛
 
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