| I rarely go so low that it impedes my speach and brain functioning (usually that's only after an untreated overnight low and that means me not leaving the house for a few hours after getting up :p) People's immediate response has always been to show concern and wonder what they can do to help/offer to get me some sugar etc.
It was actually quite amusing - after graduating high school I spent the summer before university working in an office. In just a few weeks of knowing me they could tell when I was low before even I could! (Evidently I get quite pale - which is impressive for one as pasty as I). I would give them a funny look when they asked if I was feeling okay, but sure enough a test would confirm I was low! It would be five minutes or so before I actually started shaking.
I always let coworkers and friends know that I'm diabetic, and what it means to be low and how to treat it (or at the very least my limitations when I am feeling low - being physically weak and not at my sharpest mentally). I ride horses, and my instructor is patient with me about a late starting lesson if I am forced to chug a juice box just before hopping on, and she always double checks (when I've been low) that I'm feeling myself again before we go much beyond easy warm up exercises.
If anything I find people tend to exaggerate things in their minds if it's foreign to them. A Professor was essentially offering me an out for having a late paper and suggested that perhaps it was because of my 'medical condition'. Diabetes? No... that wouldn't keep me from writing a ten page paper I've known about for a month. :smartass: (I said no, it was just me procrastinating and not properly managing my time. Luckily she was still kind enough to let me hand it in).
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Type One
Diagnosed: March 1997, at age 11
Formerly on NPH;
as of December 26, 2006, using Levemir and Humalog |