| Yeah, I've had those, although I haven't had one for a good long time now, so that's good. The worst one I ever had was pretty scary, I didn't have any fast-acting carbs near the bed and as soon as I tried to stand up and walk to get to the fridge where there were sodas, I toppled forward. The rest of the trip was like that pretty much, crawling, trying to stand up with one standing up resulting in a fall that took the skin off the front of my left knee, finally getting to the fridge and I was so scared and confused I drank probably 4 to 6 cans of coke. Then I crawled back to bed, pulled off the sheets that were soaking wet from the sweat, wrapped myself up in the blankets that had been thrown off earlier, and shivered until I drifted back into sleep. Yuck. | 
