Thank you.
I had tested, done an hour of lighter jobs, and was delighted to still have the energy and motivation to tackle the compost heap. With hindsight I should have had some carbs with my cup of tea. Very satisfying work, despite the hypo!
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Welcome, Gardener, albeit sorry either of us-- any of us-- has to be here!
I was diagnosed 5 months ago, in my 50s; routine 'health check' turned up HbA1c 101, and that my weight had dropped to BMI 16 ... I'd never even known anyone with Type 1. I now know that, in North American vernacular, it sucks. ; ) It is far more difficult and complicated to deal with than I had ever realised.
Three things, for the time being:
1) Juice boxes, the little ones with straws, are great; I keep 'em stashed wherever I might need them. For example, I sing in a church choir, with old-fashioned choir stalls; the little shelf underneath is perfect for my juice warehouse in case I go low during rehearsal or service. If I still had an allotment, I'd keep a juice stash in the shed! (I also keep glucose tablets permanently in the pockets of my running jacket and walking coats.)
2) Never think you should 'just get over it'; T1 does suck, and our mental health requires ranting from time to time!
3) But one does learn to live with it. In particular: Canada? Fine! Go for it! The US would be an entirely different matter. I was reading, in the New York Times, the reader comments on an article about US versus Canadian healthcare costs. An American man wrote that he had recently been hiking outside Vancouver when he had an excruciating pain, later discovered to be a burst appendix; he said his last thought before he passed out was 'Thank God I'm in Canada'.
Seriously-- if you have a close friend in Canada who is very unwell, get the information you need; I bet you'll find it wouldn't be nearly as daunting as you think. All best wishes, to you and your friend.