Clifton
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
Seems to be my week for being in the vicinity of diabetic emergencies.
After my trustee meeting at a local charity in Bristol I was walking through an area of the city centre colloquially known as the Bearpit. It's not the best of areas, as it is a 1970s planning disaster with pedestrian tunnels under a main road where poor souls who're homeless frequently gather.
I heard screaming and saw two young ladies pulling a limp body. I masked up and immediately went to their aid as did others. Thankfully, an off duty Dr from the nearby Royal infirmary arrived a couple of minutes after me at the commotion. The homeless lady in question was in a diabetic crisis and needed immediate intervention.
I stayed to do what I could in support, but she was in good hands with paramedics arriving in short order after my 999 call.
After ascertaining her two friends were not diabetic, I returned with soup and sandwiches and told them not to worry too much. I also referred them to street outreach so at least they're on the radar.
Which leads me to ask...those who are without regular care or basic shelter and
are T1 diabetic, how on earth can they possibly survive let alone cope?
I arrived home in leafy Clifton rather downbeat...
After my trustee meeting at a local charity in Bristol I was walking through an area of the city centre colloquially known as the Bearpit. It's not the best of areas, as it is a 1970s planning disaster with pedestrian tunnels under a main road where poor souls who're homeless frequently gather.
I heard screaming and saw two young ladies pulling a limp body. I masked up and immediately went to their aid as did others. Thankfully, an off duty Dr from the nearby Royal infirmary arrived a couple of minutes after me at the commotion. The homeless lady in question was in a diabetic crisis and needed immediate intervention.
I stayed to do what I could in support, but she was in good hands with paramedics arriving in short order after my 999 call.
After ascertaining her two friends were not diabetic, I returned with soup and sandwiches and told them not to worry too much. I also referred them to street outreach so at least they're on the radar.
Which leads me to ask...those who are without regular care or basic shelter and
are T1 diabetic, how on earth can they possibly survive let alone cope?
I arrived home in leafy Clifton rather downbeat...