[sviskan]

I was reading under the thread "severe hypos" when I came up with the idea to this thread.

My worst experience happened like 3-4 years ago. It was saturday morning and I was waking up. I remembered that my boyfriend had gone to work and that I had taken my basal insulin when he left; now I was alone in the house. I felt totally disoriented. I could hardly move or speak. I knew I was low, but I could not get up. I thought I was going to die. The stupid thing is, that I had a sugary soda in the bedroom reachable from the bed, because I had been going low every other night for quite some time up till this incident. When I after what seemed like hours in my totally messed up mind figured that there was no way I could do anything by my self to get my sugar back up, I started yealling as hard as I could. I started with yealling for help, but my strength was so little that I could not go on for long. So, I finally gave up. I remember thinking "thats it" and then roaring a couple of final roars. Then I just lied in bed moving slowly back and forth and then nothing. I had fallen asleep again from pure fatigue. I woke up when my boyfriend came back home, and knowing me he quickly gave me a drink of soda. I came to my senses; I felt horrible with the worst headache ever, and I just cried and cried. After that I started checking my sugar every day before bed and I never again took my basal and then got back to sleep. Still today I remember this day as the worst in my life.

[Tokyo Cate]

I have had far too many lows for them to really enter in the running (bad me, bad me).

My worst experience was the endo visit the morning after I was first diagnosed. He clearly hadn't read my chart, walked into the room very sternly and businesslike and yelled at me for five minutes telling me that I needed to take better care of myself and take my insulin or I would kill myself. He either hadn't read that I was newly diagnosed or he was a complete 8%#@!>*. I made sure that I had a different endo when I got into the system because I knew that if I ever saw that guy again, I would rip his head off.

On the funny side, a friend of mine is a paramedic and came to treat a low I had in the middle of the night about ten years ago. At that point in my life, I didn't where pjs, but that experience would change that. When I woke up the next day, he had written "Ted was here" on my stomach.

There are all kinds of bumps and bruises that can hit us along our way with this reality; let's hope that we are resilient enough to recover and wise enough to learn from those bumps and bruises.

[Diana]

Originally Posted by Tokyo Cate

When I woke up the next day, he had written "Ted was here" on my stomach.

I am absolutely peeing myself laughing at the thought of you waking up the next morning, looking at your stomach, and realising what had happened. What did you say to him when you saw him next?

[belyro]

Well the whole diagnosis thing was pretty traumatic for me as a 3-year-old....but more recently, my two worst experiences both happened due to being sick to my stomach (flu, food poisoning, or something like that) and not being able to manage my BS as a result.

The first time I ended up in the hospital with DKA. I'd been sick (throwing up every 20 min. or so) all night from food poisoning or something like it, but managed to keep my bloodsugar's OK....but the next morning I wanted to take less insulin (basal) so that I didn't have to keep filling my stomach. I didn't take enough, I didn't eat enough (even though I'd stopped throwing up), and I ended up in the hospital with DKA, vomiting again, sharing a room with a smelly guy with an infected foot that had maggots in it. (Not kidding.) It was terrible. The one bright spot of this experience was that there was also a soldier in the room. (It was a room for 3). He had brought in one of his men who had suffered a neck injury, but the man was sleeping and this soldier talked to me and helped me if I needed my water and when I slept he stood there between me and the man he'd brought in and just looked out for both of us. I'm convinced he was my angel that day. I only wish I could somehow contact him and tell him that.

Anyway....the second time it happened I went to the hospital before I got DKA and they put me on IV for a few hours until everything was under control. One thing that really sucked though, is that it was in the U.S. (I'm from Canada) and the doctor didn't know mmol/L measurements and I didn't know mg/dL, so it was like we were speaking different languages when we were trying to control my bloodsugar. Worst thing about this, though.....the VERY worst.....it was on my honeymoon.

[Tokyo Cate]

Originally Posted by Diana

I am absolutely peeing myself laughing at the thought of you waking up the next morning, looking at your stomach, and realising what had happened. What did you say to him when you saw him next?

We laughed about it over coffee and I was more careful with a) controlling my mid-night blood sugards and b) wearing pjs after that.

[xMenace]

If you don't were pj's, they might get there quicker and stay longer!?

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I think my worst was annual optho visit in early March 1994. "Be at the hospital tomorrow morning for laser. You'll have two sessions a week for at least four weeks."

I had about 300 income tax returns lined up to do, so I asked if I could wait a couple of months.

"Do you want to go blind?"

HG%#KM(&%(!!!

I did get all those taxes done!

[Gangrel]

hmmmm, i bet you could write a much longer sentence on my stomach.... uhhh, i mean, i have a six-pack!

[Lex4153]

When I got the phone call last spring that I was Type 2, not Type 1 as I had thought for nearly 10 years . . . I had so much anger and resentment that day. But it wore off pretty quick as I lost weight and got my numbers under control and better than ever.

I've never really had a really bad low experience. Once when on insulin I switched the long lasting and fasting acting doses and ended up taking 4x the reg amount of fast acting . . . noticed it right away though and proceeded to binge on anything I could find.

[Tricia452008]

I was at a friends bachelorette party and of course there are male "personal body part objects everywhere" In the middle of festivities i started crashing and i told someone i need to get sugar in me....i started to black out so my friends turned to the first thing they could find which unforunally was a choclate covered cake shaped like a particular male body part lol so they started feeding me that....::lucky for them i did not choke on it lol

but anyway they have a pic of me lying there with the cake to my face lol it was soo wrong but soo funny!!!

[aeromarv]

Well, after college, I had a hard time finding a job so my new wife and I moved into my parent's basement. A few hours after going to sleep, I woke my wife up shaking. She tried to wake me and couldn't. She also realised I was ice cold and drenched in sweat. She didn't know what to do so she went upstairs and woke up my parents. She told them "..he's shaking and I can't wake him up."

So my mother jumped up and called 911 while my father came down to the basement (he's a firefighter and an EMT and we had no glucogon in the house to help me!)

Needless to say I don't remember much of it until I finally came to with 2 paramedics and 4 firefighters crammed into my bedroom, along with my parents, wife, and brother, plus I had an IV in one arm and was sprawled over the bed in my boxers.

[lgvincent]

I'd have to say coming too after having rammed my truck into the back of a pickup truck while in insulin shock.

[Cinnabon]

Not waking up (Hypo) My daughter saved my life!

[jeggeman31]

I had the police called on me once when I shot up while at lunch. As I was eating my meal, one of my very good friends (a police officer) came in and started laughing very hard. He walked over sat down, said he was called out to a drug dealer doing drugs, took my food and ate the rest of my lunch. As we sat, I could see a couple a few tables over just looking at us. I walked over, told them I was diabetic not a crack head and told them thanks for getting ahold of my friend, so we could have lunch and walked out.

[lgvincent]

Waking up with two paramedics working on me and finding my front teeth broken wasn't what I would call a great day. Lucky for me, I use my molars to chew tobacco. Otherwise, I WOULD be in a mess.

[belyro]

Originally Posted by jeggeman31

I had the police called on me once when I shot up while at lunch. As I was eating my meal, one of my very good friends (a police officer) came in and started laughing very hard. He walked over sat down, said he was called out to a drug dealer doing drugs, took my food and ate the rest of my lunch. As we sat, I could see a couple a few tables over just looking at us. I walked over, told them I was diabetic not a crack head and told them thanks for getting ahold of my friend, so we could have lunch and walked out.

I've often wondered if something like this would ever happen to me, because I often shoot up while at lunch.

I would have been SO MAD! Kudos to you for having a sense of humour about it!