I know some people hide the fact that they are diabetics from friends, family and coworkers. I think it is a foolish thing to do because you never know when someone may have to help you.
This morning, I got up and didn't feel too good. I got dressed came down and was boiling an egg when I got suddenly dizzy. I tested and learned that my blood glucose was 65. I had never been that low before. I used my fast acting glucose and it helped. I ate the egg, a slice of bacon and a slice of toast and felt fine. I sat down and started working on a project and responded to someone on DC. Around 12:30, I felt dizzy again and checked B/G again and it was dropping again. I was thinking this is weird so I ate a cookie. Twenty minutes later I heard a strange sound and could not quite figure out what it was and my phone was ringing. I answered and heard someone say come to the door. It was Neighborhood Services Unit Police Sgt. He took one look at me and said is your sugar out or whack. I nodded. He asked if I could get my coat and purse. I don't know how but I did. The next thing I know I am in his jeep lights and sirens blaring, he took me to the ER.
My blood sugar was 45 when tested and my blood pressure was slightly raised. I think the doctor gave me some insulin. I was there for a couple of hours and when I was released my B/G was back to 120. I have never been so tired in my life and I still feel a little wobbly.
The Sgt. used my ICE App on my phone to fill in the paperwork at the ER, called my sister at work and told here where I was and that he would call her if they kept me and if not he would take me home. Sure enough there was another Neighborhood Services Officer waiting for me. Since I have been home he has called to check on me.
When we first started working together, I told him I am diabetic and told him what signs to look for. Thankfully today he stopped by the house to check on me after our snow storm and to discuss community events with me. Had he not recognized my distress, he would have thought I was simply feeling pretty bad and told me to get some rest.
I am not ashamed of being diabetic and I really don't care who knows. I also do not care at all what anyone thinks of me especially if they are not close friends or family. Sarge knows enough about my diabetes to know when I should have a snack if we are at community events or long meetings. He makes sure I have a snack or food.
You never know when a friend or a co-worker you are friends with will have to help you. Sarge and I became very good friends and we will move heaven and earth for each other. I don't want to think what could have happened had he not come by to see me today.
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