silly stories please

[smaj611]

anyoneone have some silly stories about their diabetes? i would enjoy a good chuckle.:laugh: :embarasse

[2high]

anyoneone have some silly stories about their diabetes? i would enjoy a good chuckle.:laugh: :embarasse

Where to start...!!

Ok, how about the time I was in hospital and asked a nurse if I could test coz I felt low.

By the time the nurse came, I was sitting on my bed crying. She asked what was wrong, and I started laughing... hysterically. She asked what was so funny, so I burst into tears again... And so the cycle went on...

When my bg finally came up... over an hour of treatment... I realised my hair was braided, and asked the nurse about it... Apparently I told her to braid it, or I'd kick her ***...

I was a scrawny 10 year old... and apparently RUDE!

[Tricia452008]

hahha i have a good one....i was in the hospital cause my BGs were out of control and the nurse was trying to draw blood for testing....and she could not find my veins cause when i get nervous they are impossible to find...so this registered nurse had the nerve to tell my dad that I had NO VEINS!!!!

yea ok lady and how am i still walking around?

[mageerobin]

When I was in high school I was driving home when my blood sugar bottomed out very quickly. So I stopped at a coke machine to get a coke and then realised that I had no money on me. I went back to my truck and finally scraped together enough change to get the drink, still sinking lower the whole time. Sweating profusely now, I put the money into the machine and out of habit pushed.......

DIET COKE

Luckly I knew the poeple in the store where the machine was and they gave me candy and a coke and then made me wait a long time before they would let me go on my way.

Rob

:banghead:

[ang]

i used to go to diabetic summer camp (loved it) and if you're sugar was below a certain number before bed you needed to get tested in the middle of the night. at the beginning of camp they asked you if you wanted to be woken up so you could test yourself or for them to just do it for you. i always wanted to be woken up to do it myself. i guess one particular night (oh yeah, this is all being told to me the next morning because i have no recollection of the events that took place) they tried to wake me up but i was so tired i wouldn't wake up so they decided to do the test themselves. apparently they were having difficulties getting a sample from my finger which prompted me to wake up and tell them to "give me the f*%king thing" (the penlet). yeah, i was like 12 or something.

[2high]

i used to go to diabetic summer camp (loved it) and if you're sugar was below a certain number before bed you needed to get tested in the middle of the night. at the beginning of camp they asked you if you wanted to be woken up so you could test yourself or for them to just do it for you. i always wanted to be woken up to do it myself. i guess one particular night (oh yeah, this is all being told to me the next morning because i have no recollection of the events that took place) they tried to wake me up but i was so tired i wouldn't wake up so they decided to do the test themselves. apparently they were having difficulties getting a sample from my finger which prompted me to wake up and tell them to "give me the f*%king thing" (the penlet). yeah, i was like 12 or something.

So I wasn't the only little darlin with a foul mouth then! LMAO!

[Tricia452008]

So I wasn't the only little darlin with a foul mouth then! LMAO!

hahah this cracked me up!!

one time i was having a bad reaction and the doc was trying to draw blood from me and i was lying down and i tred to kick him in his you know what area....needless to say he did not trust me after that! hahaha

[Noemie]

I had an operation a few years back. When i woke up i was absolutely disorientated and i fell back asleep straight away. That bit i remember.
Apparently i woke up because i was in hypo and i asked the nurse for a full breakfast, no mushrooms and insisted that the bacon was crispy!!! I had a go at her because she wouldnt give me any! she gave me glucagen instead (not as tasty...)

[TenderVittleS]

I used to eat a small slice of pizza during the middle of class when I was in like 4th or 5th grade because crackers didn't help and all the kids around me would ask for a slice, after a while my teacher got kinda mad, but oh well!:-

[Noemie]

Back in school, everytime cross country or some other sport i didnt like was on i was apparently in hypo so couldnt take part.
Cheeky me!

[Jackets]

In middle school: I was outside of a book store while my friends were inside. They were on the other side of the glass looking at magazines. I got their attention by trying to act creepy/weird/whatever and scratching at the glass. They shrugged it off. So I took out my syringe which had some insulin in it, knocked on the glass to get their attention, and used the syringe as a water-gun to hit the window. As the small amount of liquid trickled down the glass, they were on the floor having a good laugh.

This one is pretty silly: Before I was diagnosed, me and my brother had a brutal take on pillow fighting. If you got 2 or 3 good shots in, then the other guy would have to stand still and take a really hard hit. Well I lost, so I stood waiting. My brother milked all the feathers of the pillow to one side, and BAM! He very nearly knocked me out (It was a hard hit, but no concussion). He felt pretty guilty because it was the hardest hit either of us had received.

Some time after that I got the flu. My brother thinks he gave me a concussion that led to me getting the flu which led to me getting diabetes. In short: My brother deep down in his gut thinks I got diabetes because of a pillow fight. So whenever I feel like giving him grief, I say "Yeah? Well at least I didn't give my brother diabetes during a pillow fight." He still believes it (he's 26 years old).

[Noemie]

In middle school: I was outside of a book store while my friends were inside. They were on the other side of the glass looking at magazines. I got their attention by trying to act creepy/weird/whatever and scratching at the glass. They shrugged it off. So I took out my syringe which had some insulin in it, knocked on the glass to get their attention, and used the syringe as a water-gun to hit the window. As the small amount of liquid trickled down the glass, they were on the floor having a good laugh.

This one is pretty silly: Before I was diagnosed, me and my brother had a brutal take on pillow fighting. If you got 2 or 3 good shots in, then the other guy would have to stand still and take a really hard hit. Well I lost, so I stood waiting. My brother milked all the feathers of the pillow to one side, and BAM! He very nearly knocked me out (It was a hard hit, but no concussion). He felt pretty guilty because it was the hardest hit either of us had received.

Some time after that I got the flu. My brother thinks he gave me a concussion that led to me getting the flu which led to me getting diabetes. In short: My brother deep down in his gut thinks I got diabetes because of a pillow fight. So whenever I feel like giving him grief, I say "Yeah? Well at least I didn't give my brother diabetes during a pillow fight." He still believes it (he's 26 years old).
That's a great one.
And does he still beleive in Santa as well? lol

[Jenn L]

When My daughter was about 5, my husband and I took her to a fall festival at a park. Aside from all the booths with games and such, they also had a police car, ambulance, fire truck etc.for the kids to see. I felt a low comming on, so I went to get a snack while my husband took our daughter to the petting zoo area. Apparently, my bg crashed and I grabbed someone and said I needed help (trust me this gets funny) So this person panics and yells help. Suddenly I am surrounded by about 20 medical personel and cops, and I am insisting they need to find my husband and daughter. It was difficult for them, as I swore my husband was wearing a pink striped dress, and my daughter was in a flannel shirt! Guess there was no sugar in my brain! We did get free food though!

[karen]

Went to a new endo. who had a resident with her and when she was done with me he stayed behind to finish off the exam. I was at that time still on shots of NPH and regular two shots a day and just starting to learn about carbs after 35 years of having diabetes. I was also experiencing hypoglycemic unawareness.

The resident asked why I was testing my bgs all the time and that I should only do it before I ate and at bedtime, OMG.

Karen

[Eri's mom]

Let's see. One time when Eri was going low, no matter what I tried, she just kept falling, (this is when she went down to 19mg/dL)...she actually growled at my mom and I. You'd swear we were face to face w/ a real wolf. We call her "Lucan" every so often.
That's just one...she's had so many I can't even think right now, brain is just too exhausted!

I know I went low(I tested b/c a guy at work was a T2)...I felt really weird, weak, dizzy and went to the restroom and woke up 45 minutes later...all drool...ewww...I stumbled back into the office b/c they sent someone in to look for me(my office was all guys and me) and I was quite the site...they gave me some candy bars and a pepsi...I remember I couldn't eat it or drink it fast enough...although I was shaking like a leaf.
I'm just hypoglycemic....my lowest was 42mg/dL...I believe that time I was in the 50's...but I've never been labeled "diabetic".

[JungleJim]

I was hospitalized late one evening due to a sports related injury, and the next morning at breakfast, the nurse hands me a 70/30 mix of insulin. At the time I was taking Lantus and Humalog, so I handed it back to her and told her I didn't take that kind. She hands it right back to me and I again gave it back saying I couldn't take it. Then she hands it back again and says..........................." I think this is all we got"!!!!!!!!!!!! I sent a family member home to get mine.

[troop'er]

When I was in my early-mid 20's, I would go out drinking with friends. One night, at a club, I could feel a low coming on (later found that beer might make that happen). So, during my crash, I went to the bar to get a Coke (or seven). The bartender asked how I was doing. All I said was, "Low". He brought me a beer. Already confused, I became more confused wondering why he brought me a beer after just asking how I was doing...until I read the label. Yep, you guessed it. He brought me a LOWENBRAU.

From that point on, if I ever had a crash at a bar, and the bartender asked how I was doing, I would always respond, "Rum and coke."

[labob]

As soon as my doctor got the results of my blood test when I was diagnosed(over 1,000 mg/dl, 13.4 A1c), I was dispatched to the emergency room where I was put on an insulin drip for the next 7-8 hours. The nurse who inserted the drip was generally sympathetic and supportive, but after confiding that she was very tired, she looked at me lying on the bed with the IV hooked up to my arm and told me that she'd do anything to trade places with me. She meant being horizontal, of course, but it was hard not to arch my brow and say "oh, really?"

[melissata]

Most of my stories are too scary to be funny, but there was at time when my son was hypo and wouldn't believe it. It was first thing in the morning and he was determined that he needed his insulin, and to get dressed. He proceeded to put 3 t shirts on, one on top of the other trying to convince us that there was nothing the matter with him. It was about another hour before he looked down and saw all of the shirts. The look on his face was pretty funny.


For some reason, orange juice tastes bitter to him when he is low, so I decided another time I decided to try to get him to eat some chocolate frosting from a can. I put some on a spoon, but he was so out of it he thrashed around in bed and got it all over himself and the sheets. We couldn't get him to be still to give him a shot of Glucogon, so ended up calling 911 for help. Guess what it all of that frosting looked like when the police and EMS got there?

[poodlebone]

When I finally went to the hospital I had been feeling absolutely awful for several days already. Basically all I could do was lay down, drink, and crawl to the bathroom (if I wasn't already sleeping on the bathroom floor, then I just had to get up and sit on the toilet). So then I was admitted to the hospital and everyone was extremely worried the first day. BY day 2 in the hospital all my sister Jenny could talk about was how much I smelled and how greasy my hair was. She was obsessed with my appearance (it had to be 4-5 days since my last shower) and kept asking the doctors and nurses when I'd be disconnected from the IVs and other stuff, so I could use the shower. By my third day in the hospital she was really insane over it, and said that the next day she was going to figure out a way to at least get me into the bathroom and wash my hair. On the 4th day they removed 2 of the 3 IVs, the heart monitor and oxygen and all I had left was one IV, and they allowed me to use the shower. While it was a big relief for me, I think my sister was even happier. I think she would have needed to be admitted if she came back another day and had to smell me.

[spring]

Hm, many weren't funny at the time but I suppose they are in retrospect.. ;)

When I was about fifteen I was having a bit of an argument with my parents at the kitchen table. I'd just finished my injection as the argument got started, and in distraction put my syringe down in front of me without sticking the cap on. As things got a bit more heated, I pounded my hand down onto the table to add emphasis to my claim of being mature: (:flute: ) "I AM mature!", and stuck myself deep in the middle of my thumb. Boy did the shock of that shut me up in a hurry!

Lows are always cause of interesting behavior. There is of course the usual, ie: putting the milk in the cupboard and the dishes in the fridge, but on one occaision I had a very bad low in the night and woke up a bit impaired. It was the first time that had happened to me, and I was surprised at my exceedingly scattered brain. I stumbled into my parents bedroom (after half puzzling over how to work a door knob) and somehow managed a most articulate pronouncement of my condition. I was wondering if I could muster even something along the lines of "Me bad" or "Low" or even "can't think" No no.. I said "I cannot think entirely properly". :laugh: I was rather excited I'd managed that much communication between brain and mouth, but was at a loss for any other words, so I ran with what I had "I cannot think properly.. cannot think entirely properly". I had to get help with using my tester (couldnt' figure out how to load the spring and keep it against a finger), at my mothers prompting I couldn't read any of the phone numbers off on our fridge and it was a good half hour before words had returned to me but for a while I was at least armed with one sole phrase of helpful eloquence.

[mg_2204]

... After 2 diabetic pregnancies, I stayed in the 'grey' area for a while. Later, I was told on the phone that I had diabetes. I can't say I was in shock... but couldn't believe it either. I always thought I'd get over that bad patch. Anyway.

That day and after the phone call I went grocery shopping. When I came back my husband said : 'Where's the food??!?' ... I only got detergent, toilet paper, scouring pads, soap and other stuff like that. Uh! :motz:

[smaj611]

:ridinghor Lows are always cause of interesting behavior. There is of course the usual, ie: putting the milk in the cupboard and the dishes in the fridge, but on one occaision I had a very bad low in the night and woke up a bit impaired. It was the first time that had happened to me, and I was surprised at my exceedingly scattered brain. I stumbled into my parents bedroom (after half puzzling over how to work a door knob) and somehow managed a most articulate pronouncement of my condition. I was wondering if I could muster even something along the lines of "Me bad" or "Low" or even "can't think" No no.. I said "I cannot think entirely properly". :laugh: I was rather excited I'd managed that much communication between brain and mouth, but was at a loss for any other words, so I ran with what I had "I cannot think properly.. cannot think entirely properly". I had to get help with using my tester (couldnt' figure out how to load the spring and keep it against a finger), at my mothers prompting I couldn't read any of the phone numbers off on our fridge and it was a good half hour before words had returned to me but for a while I was at least armed with one sole phrase of helpful eloquence.

One time when I had a low in the middle of the night some strange things happened. I was little and didn't realize i was low. My sister found me as i was moaning trying to go back to sleep. Anyway i got a shot of glucagon and felt like i was unable to talk. I wouldn't talk to anyone i only cried. My mom asked me if i wanted a lifesaver and asked what flavor. It was the first time i tired to talk but ended up asking for a James instead of orange. My family didn't know any James at the time. My mother just said uh why don't you point to the one you want. My family still laughs about it.

[andypoo]

one time my mother,my sister ,my daughter and myself were going shopping and afterwards we would find a restaraunt and have lunch.well we're all diabetics,(except my sister) in varying degrees.Needless to say,as everyone knows "when you go shopping,your sugar starts dropping".We stopped at one place,well it was full. Another place,a 40 minute wait.Meantime sugars are dropping fast! Thank goodness my sister was driving,because none of us could.We were all getting really crabby,and starting to "B---H! My poor sister was hearing it all. You don't mess around with a car full of diabetic women! Let me tell you! The very nexy Mickey D's my sister came to,she pulled in,wheeeeeeeeee!!!! fooood! man did we woof down the cheeseburgers and fries and coke! It was soooo goooooooooood!

[andypoo]

Another time when I was in the hospital to have my daughter(1977),they had to do a c-section,due to my diabetes,also a month early.well,after I had her,I was in pain,and I tryed to hold off asking for medication,but eventually I had to ask. They gave me a dose of demorol.After that I remember nothing,until I opened my eyes and there surrounding me were several drs. several nurses,all just standing there looking at me.Pretty soon they started questioning me "do you know where your at?" "do you remember having a baby?"But I couldn't answer them.I knew the answer,but it wouldn't come out.They continued to ask questions"do you know how much your baby weighed?" do you know if it was a boy or girl?" Finally,I strained and struggled to get the words out,and here's what I said.....and I quote:"WAAATTERRMMMEELLLOONN?" I'm thinking,whaaaaatttt,did I just say? and In my mind I'm totally freaking out! Then,of course they ask me another,How much did your baby weigh? I answer............. EI--GHT--EEEEEN POOOOUUUUNNNDDDSSSSSS! Then the nurses just turn and look at each other,and leave the room! Ok,I'm thinking I'm not answering another question! anyway,I recouped,they found out my blood sugar dropped during the night,after they gave nme the demorol. My blood pressure had dropped,and they found out I was allergic to the demorol.

[amccrazgrl]

great stories.
The only story I can think of is 2.
One I was in college sitting there sweating and just not feeling right and as I looked at the clock I was thinking good we'll go on break soon. Before we went on break the girl beside me is like are you ok....I said yeah I'm good. Then we went on break and I went to my Jeep and got some change for some Reese Pieces. I was fine after that.

Second story I was home alone as my mom and her bf were in FL. I was online talking to I think my mom and a friend. They both could tell I wasn't myself by my typing. I knew something was up b/c I was typing super fast and I don't think I made any sense. I said I'd be back. I went in the kitchen and took out the bag of sugar and just sat on the floor. Then I layed on the floor b/c I felt like I was going to die. The whole cold/hot chills and heavy breathing. I kept shoving in spoonfuls of sugar until I felt fine. I think I laid there for 20 mintues. Then I came back online and was back to normal and glad to be alive.

[sikkan]

I was in Spain and had to go to the hospital because my stomach had been giving me trouble for a while and my bs was jumpy. Apparently they didn't use mmol/l and that was the only unit I knew so when I told them that my bs had been jumping between 2 and 32 and back for a few times they looked at me as if I was totally stupid... and explained to me that I had to take my insulin and eat food! :stupid:

[Jan2306]

I hate to admit it, but this just happened last week. I felt a major low coming on and ran around the house in a panic trying to find my meter which was nowhere to be found. Finally I found my husband who found my meter. It was in my hand the whole time.

[Dewey]

Hubby & I were in Orlando a loong while back. I was craving cotton candy, so we went to the Orlando mall (they had a place there that sold some). While there, my bg started dropping, so hubby brought me over to the food court instead. He tried to get a brownie from the Cookie Company, but I intercepted, asking the clerk where I could find cotton candy. The clerk didn't know, and proceeded to pull the brownie from the tray. I was so bent on getting cotton candy (and was dropping quite low by that time), I leaned on the glass display and told the boy (strongly), "I don't want a brownie, I want cotton candy!" The clerk put the brownie back.

Hubby had me sit down & I was getting way out of it by now. He got some peanut butter crackers out of my bag & tried feeding them to me. I smashed the crackers, broke my lancing device, stood up & yelled at the top of my lungs, "I WANT f-en COTTON CANDY!!!" (<-only, I said the Whole word!). I pretty much cleared (more like scared them away) a 5 foot radius around me (from the food court). :tomato:

It may not have been funny then, but looking back, I get a chuckle & thank goodness that everything turned out alright. :D

[Michelek]

Just a week or two ago, I was at work, which is in a hospital....one of the nurses (RN) asked me....hey, how did you get a cool purple pager when we're all stuck with ugly little black ones??? Hahaha...it was my pump! Many people mistaken it for a pager, but you think an RN would know that. I just said "I must be pretty special"

At another time, I was the matron of honor in my friend's wedding, and when I was getting ready to give a speech at the reception, the dj said "well you don't need the microphone then b/c I see you're already wired for sound." lol....my pump!! I had to wear it clipped on the back of my dress because the way the dress was fitted, you couldn't hide the pump under it. Come on, who goes to a wedding wired for sound????