Scott Coulter writes:
was working one of my typical no-lunch, 10-hour days. I had just conducted a family therapy session, and I had to drive the client’s mother back to the train station. On the whole, this is easier than driving a client, as there’s not much paperwork to be filled out if you’re driving an adult somewhere (adults can take care of themselves in the eyes of managed care).
I knew I was “a little low,” but I had become so accustomed to waiting to take care of myself that I made the incredibly poor decision to drive her the few miles to the train station, and then take care of my blood glucose. To top it off, I had used the last of my glucose tablets already that morning, and had nothing on me to take care of a situation like this. Bad decision count for the day: two.
We hopped into the van, and made it to the train station. By this point, I was having a hard time responding to simple questions, and I think she even asked me before leaving, “are you OK?”. I responded with, “uh huh”, and decided I could make it BACK to the RTF instead of going into the convenience store about 100 feet from the train station. My reason? I had a mountain of paperwork still to do, and I at least wanted to leave work by 7:00. Bad decision count: three.
I turned onto the road leading back to work, but as I drove, panic set in. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was sweating, and my vision was starting to blur. I drove right past the RTF, knowing I missed it but unable to figure out how to make the turn. I continued down the road, by some miracle avoiding a collision. I saw a large dirt parking lot, and pulled into it. I could see that it was a nursery of some kind, with rows of pine trees, a greenhouse, and a little wooden storefront. I stopped the van, and within 30 seconds all went black...
[AS: Click on the title link above to read the rest of Scott's post on the Diabetes Self Management blog.]