SamInnocent
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
Well, I had a bit of a weekend let me tell you!
I went out with my friends on Saturday night drinking, got back to my friend's flat at about 1am and sat down to have the burgers we'd bought before coming home. I just couldn't eat mine...
Next thing I know, I'm waking up in Leicester Royal Infirmary's A+E department, in bed with a glucose drip in the top of my left hand. I can't remember a single thing between going to bed the night before and waking up in hospital.
Apparently, my friend had come into the lounge where I had been sleeping at about 11am on Sunday and I was holding up my syringe as though I'd just done my injection but I wasn't responding to her at all. She then tried to feed me some sugar but I was rigid and refusing to open my mouth. After speaking to my parents on the phone, she called the ambulance. I was then taken (along with my Mum and friend Angela) to the LRI and they inserted the cannula into the top of my hand during the journey. Apparently I kept trying to yank it out though but my Mum managed to stop me! Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my mum, dad and Angela all standing round my bed looking worried.
This has NEVER happened before and I have to say, it's scared me. It won't stop me going out for a few drinks, but I'll take it easy and make damn sure I eat at the end of the night.
Now I'm left with a big ulcer on the end of my tongue where I apparently bit it during the seizure and all-over-body muscle aches. Ow!
If it hadn't been for my friend Angela though, I don't think I'd be here now.. Scary eh?
I went out with my friends on Saturday night drinking, got back to my friend's flat at about 1am and sat down to have the burgers we'd bought before coming home. I just couldn't eat mine...
Next thing I know, I'm waking up in Leicester Royal Infirmary's A+E department, in bed with a glucose drip in the top of my left hand. I can't remember a single thing between going to bed the night before and waking up in hospital.
Apparently, my friend had come into the lounge where I had been sleeping at about 11am on Sunday and I was holding up my syringe as though I'd just done my injection but I wasn't responding to her at all. She then tried to feed me some sugar but I was rigid and refusing to open my mouth. After speaking to my parents on the phone, she called the ambulance. I was then taken (along with my Mum and friend Angela) to the LRI and they inserted the cannula into the top of my hand during the journey. Apparently I kept trying to yank it out though but my Mum managed to stop me! Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my mum, dad and Angela all standing round my bed looking worried.
This has NEVER happened before and I have to say, it's scared me. It won't stop me going out for a few drinks, but I'll take it easy and make damn sure I eat at the end of the night.
Now I'm left with a big ulcer on the end of my tongue where I apparently bit it during the seizure and all-over-body muscle aches. Ow!
If it hadn't been for my friend Angela though, I don't think I'd be here now.. Scary eh?