Crazy Stories

I decided to pick one of the wildcards because the actual topic is Food Friday and I eat a pretty boring diet.  The wildcard I picked is:

Diabetes can sure bring some crazy moments.  So tell us your Top 3 craziest D related stories!  If you can’t think of three, don’t worry.  We’re just as happy with one or two . . . .   (Thank you Maria M of My Life: A Long Trip with T1D for this topic.)

The first crazy story I thought of was about one time when I passed out.  I lived in a townhouse at the time and had apparently started screaming and banging on the wall right before passing out.  My neighbor called the police and they ended up getting the manager and coming in to check on me.  I was laying on the floor next to my bed unconscious when they came in.

When I started coming around, I could hear people saying my name and I did not recognize their voices.  I remembered going to bed but did not know what had happened or where I was.  Somehow in my mind, I thought they were there to kill me and I was afraid to say anything!


There was a female EMT on the floor next to me (I didn’t realize she was an EMT).  I could see her EMT patch on the side of her arm – I wasn’t sure what it was, just that it looked kind of official.  When she would move, I could see the bedskirt I had on my bed so I figured out that I was in my bedroom.  They kept saying my name – I could hear a man’s voice but wasn’t sure where he was.  At one point, I heard her say that my blood sugar was 30-something and I realized that I must have passed out so I started talking to them.

Man with syringeAnother crazy story was from back in my early days with diabetes.  Back in the 80s, we didn’t carry pens and vials around with us like we do now.  We didn’t do corrections like we do and we ate the old exchange diet and did not adjust insulin for meals.  It was common to just take a pre-filled syringe with you if you weren’t going to be home.

One night after work, I went out to dinner at a nice restaurant with a co-worker.  I went into the ladies room to take my insulin (and yeah, not something I would do anymore!).  When we walked into the ladies room, there was a young girl that went into the stall next to me.  As I was getting my syringe out of the little case I had, I dropped it and it rolled over into her stall.

I obviously couldn’t get it (nor did I want it!) so went out.  My friend came out and when she went to wash her hands, I told her what happened – we just started cracking up because we figured this girl thought I was some druggy or something!

You can read more posts from today’s topic of Food Friday here or more Crazy Stories here.


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  1. Yikes, that’s a pretty scary story! It was a good thing your neighbor was around to help out! And thanks for also sharing funny story. 🙂

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