On Sunday at the Farmer's Market, I talked to a lady admiring our Jewelry. She walked away and said she would stop back.
An hour later as I was getting up from my chair, I heard someone ask please may I sit in your chair. I turned and it was the lady on her way back. She could barely walk and was sweating profusely. She said her blood sugar had dropped. She sat down and I asked her what was she drinking, she said Kale Lemonade (Still wrapping my head around that). I had nothing to give her to help her. I had gotten tea for myself and another vendor so I ran over and asked her if she had anymore of the sugar I gave her. It just happened to be Sugar in the Raw. I poured a packet in her lemonade and she drank it. 15 mins later, nothing. I added more sugar, nothing. I added the last pack and while she was drinking it, I called the officer who is detailed to the Market and told him to come to my table I had a sick visitor.
She was at the point an ambulance needed to be called for her. I asked if we could call someone to come for her and she said her daughter was in church and her son and his wife were out of town. The officer was about to call for an ambulance when she said she had Glucose Tablets in her car. He got her tag number, a description of her vehicle and her keys. He came back with them and she was little better. She ate two of them and began to improve.
She didn't eat enough carbs to make it through the market. It is fairly large and if you are diabetic and do not eat enough carbs, all that walking will do you in. I don't have lows like that so I never have glucose tablets.
She sat at our table for over an hour before I felt comfortable letting her leave. By the time we had finished packing up and were about to load the truck, she was fine. All she kept saying was you save my life. She wanted to purchase a pair of earrings but we gave them to her. She was near tears.
Please if you need to use glucose tablets, carry them on you. Do not leave them in your car. Not all people trying to help you are honest. If you give them your keys, you may not see your car or them again. I thank God that I am friends with the officer and that she trusted us enough to let us help her.
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