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Hypo stories

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I don't think I've got any funny hypo stories. There was one when I was a kid, on a ferry with my dad, I had a hypo in my sleep. Dad cocked up the glycagon and had to get permission to go down to the car to get a spare one, also the ferry put out a tannoy call for a qualified Dr to do it as dad had lost the plot by this point.

In dad's defence, the glycagon was the old fashioned one where you had two bottles and a seperate needle and had to draw up the liquid, squirt it into the other bottle, shake it, draw it back into the needle, then use it. Convenient, no? :D
 
Jeezo, I must live in the stone age or something coz thats the kind I still have haha what kind do you use now cate out of curiousity well that and the fact I feel like im missing out on something!!😉
 
LOL well I've only recently got glycagon again (now I have a husband to shoot me up with it 😉), it's this one: http://tweetphoto.com/15334725

Yes, I just went and took a pic and tweeted it just so you could see :D
 
Ahh, I just had a look and thats the kind I have in the fridge too... I guess i just never noticed the change before. Easy mistake I suppose since we cant inject it ourselves 😱
The last time I needed one was in early pregnancy when I was so bad the paramedics had to be called as colin messed up preparing it!! I do wonder why I am always in bed naked when they need to show up!! the last two times I needed them (coincidence??) its funny how they havent been back since I always wear nighties now!! (sorry tmi) 😛
 
Haha the last times I've seen them, once I was a gibbering wreck in a children's playground in our local park (with my 2 year old, 2 friends and their kids, not just me!), and at home when Neil thought I was asleep on the sofa but actually had passed out hypo. Both times were in early pregnancy - it's a menace!
 
at work a few years back i had hypo and had nearly passed out,my boss was shovelling a mars bar into my mouth but of course i couldn't chew and felt like i was choking,luckily someone who did have an idea came to the rescue with sugar and rubbed it inside my mouth(gums) funny now, wasn't so funny at time!
I don't work there anymore🙂
 
I was hypo once and didn't recognise Paul, my husband when he came home from work. He asked what was for tea and I said "nothing". Then he said "shall I go and get chips?" and I replied, "if you like but what will Paul have when he comes home?" That's when he realised and got the lucozade.

Another time he had to call an ambulance and I tried to take my clothes off when the paramedics were just bringing me round!

More recently I was hypo but aware and was drinking a cup of tea outdoors at a family history event. I was looking at the teabag on a tag and thinking to myself "what am I going to do with that?" I decided to leave it in the cup, took a swig of tea and unbeknown to me the wind caught the string and wrapped it round my glasses!! In my hypo state I just couldn't figure out what was going on when I was left with a teabag swinging from my glasses and hot tea splattering all over my t-shirt!! I feel sorry for my husband at times like that!!
 
My worst and prob only one, i was found under the desk at work, uncosious, and didnt realise anything untill i was being wheeled into A&E.
I lost 2 hours of that morning.
And the thing was, being a small office, there were 4 people in a room prob only 2 meters away who hadnt noticed.
One lady said 'you were making alot of noise and we thought you were singing! I was gonna come and tell you to shut up but we pushed the do to instead!'
:(
 
ROFL I am so sorry to laugh so much but the bra shredding episode made me laugh out loud! I have been hypo so many times but I have never done that!! When I drank a bit when I was a teenager I found that, if I added two shots of proper blackcurrant to my drink, it would keep my sugars up while I was out. I would also have biscuits and half a pint of water waiting for me when I got back from the pub to take before I slept and I never woke from a hypo or with a hangover. Hope this helps!
 
I also get very beligerent and slightly nasty if I am having a very low hypo and I haven't realised it. I also tend to tell people I am ok when I am quite obviously not!! When I was about 14 I was very seriously hypo and we didn't have a phone and so my Mother called out neighbour in to help getting some sugar and water down me. (Years ago we didn't have glucose tablets or lucozade which was really expensive so we had sugar and water and that was it, we also didn't have blood testing either). He was a huge bloke and I blacked his eye by striking out and not having a clue what I had done.
 
My Funniest Hypo!

As most people know, a hypo in the middle of the night can be the most frightening as you sometimes don't wake. About 15 years ago I went badly hypo in the middle of the night and I was very lucky that my son, then 10, heard me and tried to help me but I wasn't coming round. I woke to find two dashing ambulencemen in my bedroom trying to wake me. You know what it's like, you sort of come round inside before your body wakes up and so I could hear things but couldn't really make sense of it. As I was coming round something just didn't feel right but I Couldn't put my finger on what it was and when I awoke a bit more I realised what it was, I was totally naked! Talk about being embarrased!!After coming round a bit they sent my son downstairs to make toast and tea and made sure that I was ok to be left with a pretty good blood sugar. The next morning I had a chat with my son and my daughter, who had slept through the whole thing, and told them that, if I was ever to go hypo again they were to make sure I was covered in anything they could find. Blow me, a week later it happened again, can you believe it??? As I was coming round again I still felt as though something wasn't quite right. On waking up there were two other, different, dashing ambulancemen but as I came round I was pleased to notice that I had clothes on so I stopped worrying. Again, I refused to go to hospital and off my son went to make toast and tea for us all. Only when the ambulancemen had left and I was functioning almost back to normal did I bother about my clothes and hear the full story. How my children dressed me, they were 10 and 8, I have no idea. My son had heard me going hypo again and so this time he had gone to wake his sister to give him some help. He found her going hypo as well and she had fallen out of bed and she was curled up in a banana box! He dealt with her hypo and when she had come round they had come to deal with me. They had grabbed a t-shirt to put on me but it was my daughters larger t-shirt!!! It was so tight across my chest you could see everything and it only reached as far down as my belly button!!! Then when I went to get out of bed to change into something a bit more comfortable I noticed what they had dressed my bottom half in. My friend had given me a set that she had brought and never worn, the top being a hot pink silk cami and was beautiful. The bottoms were two frills sewn together to make a pair of pants that hid absolutely nothing!! I thought I was embarassed at that moment until a bit later when my son said that one of the ambulancemen had commented 'wow those are fab, I wonder where I can get a pair for the wife'? I swore that I would never go hypo again!!!
 
Oh my LW! Have to say that your son did an amazing job looking after you both! Are you sure they didn't dress you like that on purpose? ?D
 
Northerner, I hadn't thought of that!!! I dread to think what they would have put me in the next time lol I am glad to say I have only had one serious one that I couldn't help myself with since then lol
 
Oh dear Gareth, that sounds terrible, you must have been quite frightened! I have never heard of spasms that hurt that badly before. I myself tend to shiver as though I am freezing if my blood sugars go too low, I wonder if it is the same thing? The think to remember is that we don't have hypo's to scare people, they just happen sometimes for no reason x I hope that you are feeling much better!
 
garethc said:
I had hypo two weeks ago and when tested my BG was 1.8 i ended up been given three bags of glucose over 24 hours plus morphine for the spasm pain,My brain basically wanted to shut down,My body went into spasms and i had massive chest pain,I was put on the acute hart ward just in case you see they thought i was having another hart attack but thankfully not,I was in for three nights,I was just glad to get home worse thing is what it can do to our family's or partners and what they have to go through,
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OMG that's so horrible for you. I am so glad you recovered and you were able to get home after 3 days 🙂
I have had some truly awful hypo's ( but thankfully. never been admitted to hospital, even though I have been in the 1's 😱) and when there is just a young child in the house, you are right gareth about what it can do to the ones you love so much. The government should vote on a law to ban these nasty hypo's...............................for everyone😛 Take care Sheena
 
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Hopefully LW your son or daughter will have told the ambulance chaps 'we had to get mum dressed' or some such thing. Possibly told the operator when they rang 999.

Here's a daft one. One Easter Sunday we were in a ridiculous motobike accident. Wet road, new SMA tarmac, coming slowly to a halt at the rear of a queue of traffic waiting at a T junction - kebam, bike literally fell straight over. I hadn't got the f... of my Oh f... out before I hit the tarmac and slid off down the road in the opposite of the direction of travel. I remembered how to stop (oh TY internet) and did so lay there and shook meself, found I was Ok and jumped up to see husband flat on his back on the road, bike had carried on forwards so well away from him.

He then sat bolt upright, shouted Jen! in panic and immediately fell back down again with a bellow of pain. Anyway, Shrewsbury hosp said broken collarbone, broken leg, blah blah. kept him in overnight, we brought him home on Easter Mon with strict instructions to attend local hosp with X-ray pics to see about a permanent plaster for his leg.

Monday night I try to put him to bed and he is is so much pain when he tries to lie down, he can't. So I build him a nest on one sofa using spare duvets so he could try to get some kip, whilst I would sleep on other sofa.

When he woke up, it was 07.00 ish so he needed to wake me. So he kept calling me and calling me and I kept ignoring him then he realised I was hypo so he REALLY shouted at me and somehow it got through cos I jumped off the sofa - immediately fell over and basically, head-butted the floor. Hypo and knocked out. Oh deepest doodoo.

The blooming saint got himself into the kitchen got the Hypokit out the fridge, got himself back and down on the floor next to me and did the deed and then couldn't get back up again so had to wait for me to come round to do everything else for myself and him. And you know how much you want to do that after a bad hypo.

Got me act together and my BG up, took him to hosp, dropped him at A& E whilst I parked the car (had abandoned it on the ambulance bay, ambulance driver went to go mad at me, then when he saw Pete turned straight round and got a wheelchair and took him straight in, bypassing reception! LOL) so when I got back, hubby was with doctor, telling him the tale. Doc got up to greet me and said Oh dear - you did that in the accident? _ isaid What? Hubby said 'You have a lump, easily the size of an egg, on your forehead, dear! I put my hand up and I only had and started to laugh. Eventually Pete said No - she did that this morning when she went hypo!

Anyway the long and short of it was, in addition to the broken collar bone (which he still has 6 years later - never healed) and broken leg - husband had no less than 5 broken ribs and a collapsed lung - all of which Shrewsbury hospital had entirely missed despite them showing on the ruddy X-rays...... and I still only had a broken nail ..... from the accident!

You couldn't invent it, could you?

I have other stories but may write a book one day 'Hypos I have Known, French Prostitutes* I have Met and other true stories'

* only one really. The other two were dominatrices .....
 
I have quite a few hypo stories, but I shall tell two, one about my mum, and one about me...

One night when I was six years old, only a few months before I was diagnosed myself, my dad went out for the evening with his friends, leaving me with my mum. The evening passed and we were both in bed. I woke up because I heard my mum groaning from the other room, so I went in to investigate. She couldn't move, and I can just remember her eyes staring at me when I walked in, and she started groaning even louder. There was a bottle of hypostop by the bed which I tried to give to her, but realising it was empty, I then rang my gran and asked her what to do. She rang the ambulance for me, who then rang me back, and the ambulance control woman talked me through what to do, and told e to let in the paramedics when they got there.
Then when they arrived I showed them where everything was, and when mum was better, dad came home to find an ambulance outside and me, mum, and the paramedics in the bedroom 😛

My first ever hypo was not long after I was diagnosed. I can't remember much of it, but I remember waking up and shouting for my mum, who came in, and then went to get me a drink. I can't remember much more except that for quite a while, all I could say was "mummy" no matter how hard I tried to say something else.
I've found that repeating one word or phrase over and over uncontrollably is a regular thing when I have a bad hypo, although I can generally remember what's happened, and I can think completely normally, I just can't do anything. It's really weird, and really unpleasant.
 
That's weird Immy - I've only had one hypo like that - where I couldn't speak, couldn't move but could hear perfectly well and even think logically. But when I'm right down like that, I clench my teeth like a vice.
 
jenks said:
i have a funny story about being diagnosed.

I was in afghanistan on a summer tour so the weather was beyond hot, especially for someone who gets a sun tan from the fridge door light lol.
Anyway i was 6 months done with a 7 month tour when my uncontrollable thirst and constant toilet needs got beyond a joke and they found out i was type 1. The funny bit was when the army doctor in afghasn asked in all seriousness "did the weight loss and thurst not make you think you mite have diabeties??"
I replyed "NO its the desert i thought it was the bloody sun"

he stayed away after that.
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Jenks,

I've sent you an email
 
I can't wait for Trophywench's book - perhaps as editor to include others' hypo stories? 🙂
 
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