On my last post, I had a list of funny things that have happened to me because of diabetes. This time, I have other peoples’ stories. Thanks for all of your input!
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When I was little my dad gave me a shot (I had a insulin pen) he tried to put the cap back on, but he was having a little bit of trouble so I suggested that he should try and take the needle off first.
About 5 years ago (after I’d had Type 1 diabetes for over 20 years) my dad sent me an article with a hand-written note that said, “Good news, Hon! You can now take a pill for your diabetes!” The article was about some new oral medication for Type 2 diabetes. I guess my dad was paying about as much attention in our first diabetes class as I was…..But it was a nice thought…
” The 12 mile needle” —My best friend Mike and were setting out for a 2 night backpacking trip to Sandy Beach Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. We drove to Estes Park, and began our 6 mile 3,000 ft climb to the lake and our campsite for the next 2 days. After a long hard hike with a 45 pound pack, we got to camp around dinner time. That is when I realized that I did not pack any needles. AHHHH!!! Since it was getting dark, I figured I could make it throgh the night if I kept my carb intake light. The next morning we woke up, left our gear, and headed for the ranger station at the trail head. I figured If I could just get one needle, I could make it work for the rest of the trip. Once at the ranger station, I might as well have been a crackhead asking for a crack pipe. It seemed that the ranger did not beleive I was diabetic, even though I had my insulin and testing gear. After an hour of arguing with him, he gave me the biggest needle you have ever seen. It sucked!! It hurt!! But it worked!! Trip on!! We hiked another 6 miles back to camp in time for lunch and lots of high altitude fishing.
My husband and I just moved into a new house 2 days prior. It was a beautiful August Sunday morning, my husband just left for 18 holes of golf and I was just waking up. I decided to take in our new view by stepping out onto our balcony off of our 2nd story master bedroom. It was gorgeous, looking into the trees and mountains. After about 5 minutes, I decided I wanted to head back into the house and start my day. I turned around to open the door, but it was locked. I didn’t remember it being locked when I walked out, but sure enough I was locked out on a 2nd story deck, the size of a small bathroom. I looked over one edge of the deck, where we have a deck below, but it looked way to far down to jump. I was staying fairly calm at this point thinking “no big deal, I will find a way down”. I climbed on the other side of the deck railing and thought I might be able to wrap my legs around the large wooden beams holding the deck up. I must have hoped my legs were longer than they were, because that wasn’t going to work either! I feel my pump vibrate, so I look down and my sensor was alarming “LOW BG 70.” Then the panic set in. What am I going to do now, in my pajamas locked out on the 2nd story deck with my husband gone for at least the next 4 hours and a low BG!!!! AHHHHH!!!! I decided the next best thing was to try and pick the lock. Mind you, I have no experience it doing so, but I had a charm on my bracelet that might work. After struggling and struggling and no luck, I feel my breathing rate starting to increase and I started to feel shaky and lightheaded, like I needed sugar! All there was left to do was yell. Now picture a rural area with tall pine trees and very few houses, about 1-2 acre lots. There weren’t too many people to yell for, but I had to try. Now what could I yell that would get someone’s attention, like a new neighbor that I haven’t even met yet?!!? “I HAVE DIABETES, HHHHEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!!” “I AM STUCK ON MY DECK, HHHHHHHEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!” After repeating and repeating those phrases for what felt like an hour, but was actually 10-15 minutes, finally I see my neighbor from the house below me come outside. As soon as I see him, I started yelling “UP HERE, UP HERE, HELP ME!” and waving my hands. Fortunately, he sees me and rescues me down with a ladder. I asked him to bring me some food for my BG and he thankfully did. What a nice man! But what a terrible way to meet the neighbors!
As a Medtronic nurse educator and a person with diabetes, I always have a sharps container (biohazard container)in my car. The same container had been in my car for probably 3-4 years. After teaching a class or a patient, I would always put the needles or syringes in the sharps box. One day I went to put something in the sharps container and I couldn’t find it. I didn’t think about it much until the next day when I cleaned out my car and the container was no where to be found. It was so weird, it just disappeared. I thought I might have taken it inside my house, but I didn’t. The container was gone and i had no idea where it went. In the mist of me losing my sharps container, my brother got married. It was beautiful and everything that it should have been. Then a few weeks later I got a call from him. He was concerned about something they found in one of their gift bags from the wedding. I asked what it was. It was a large red biohazards container and he wasn’t sure if he should call the police, or if someone gave it as a joke. For a second I started thinking about what they should do with it, and then it struck me; it was MY missing sharps container! I had their gift in my car in a large sack and somehow the sharps container had fallen into it. Not only did i give them a beautiful picture frame, i gave them hazardous waste!! From that day on, every time there is a family wedding, someone asks if I am giving them a biohazards container. I laugh every time I think about it. I hope others find the humor in it as well!
I went on the pump about 13 years ago (I think it was the Minimed 504). I was a sophomore in high school and I was already self-conscious about wearing Pagers were popular, this was before everyone had cell phones, so my pump could usually pass as a pager. Except for one day in Algebra. A boy came up to me and asked if my pump was a garage door opener. I was dumbfounded. Why would anyone wear one on their belt? And I had never seen a garage door opener that looked at all like an insulin pump, let alone a pager. I told I wore it at all times just in case I was ever in a jam. I think I confused him more.
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