Sorry. Another random post. The paramedics just left me at Walmart. Yes, Walmart. Hey, in this part of the country, that's the "everything" store. I fell down in the aisle. Paramedics were summoned. They'd found me once before at the same location. One paramedic scared the hell out of me again by deciding to talk about the fact he didn't feel I should be allowed to drive. He'd given me this same lecture the last time he'd come for me. His implicit threat to report my condition to the DMV terrified me then and terrified me tonight. In Illinois, my license was taken after I passed out and slid into a parked car. No one was sure if I'd lost consciousness before I hit the car, and THAT is why I hit it, or if I panicked afterward and sent myself into low blood sugar. Anyway, the IL DMV decided to take my license until a doctor confirmed I could drive. I was really scared and decided voluntarily NOT to drive. For ten years. TEN YEARS! I just started driving again about a year ago. I'd decided that my sugars were a bit more stable and I could stay to relatively unpopulated roads and carry a cell and pop and glucose tabs and my blood test and anything else I could possibly think of to keep me (and everyone else on the road) safe. So, now I just enter stores when I'm fine then pass out when I'm there. Nice, eh?
So... now I'm a little afraid I'm going to have my driver's license revoked again for bad health. I'm a REALLY careful driver- I test, I drink sugar while driving, etc. I am worried. Really worried. And angry. Why did the paramedic have to go there? I detested his knowing looks, his "I know this lady" commentary, his telling all the other firemen/paramedics that I was fine- my sugar was 41 (which is pretty high for me). Remember- this was all happening in the middle of a Walmart Supercenter. Sheesh.
So, some lessons/advice/coping suggestions for myself:
1) Consider this a warning. Stop shopping at Walmart.
2) Take my blood test midway through any shopping trip. I had my blood tester on me- I had just decided not to re-test until I finished my shopping. Very stupid move.
3) Invest in kneepads. Falling to the tiled floor hurts. I'm thinking I may start wearing full body gear. I'm pretty sure the football coach will let me borrow as much padding as I want if I promise all of his football players will pass my class.
4) Think about creating some type of neon sign that flashes, "No Need to Worry. This Woman is Diabetic. She Has No Idea What is Going On. Please Refrain from Asking Her Any Questions. See That Blank Stare? This Is Your Signal to Keep MOVING. Leave Her Alone. Please Don't Call the Paramedics- Just Bring Her a Bottle of Juice."
5) I'm thinking of asking Walmart to donate a special section of the store to people with low blood sugar. We could have soft, roll-out feather beds on the floor, giant tubs of orange juice, and thin mints served by small, chipper children. We could call it the "We have LOW prices and LOW blood sugars. Come on in- the LOWS can't be beat!"
6) Start carrying a folding chair with me at all times. I like sitting on the floor but whenever I pass out, whoever is trying to help me ends up getting stuck on the floor, too. It's one thing to be semi-lucid and cross-legged by choice. It's another to watch several elderly men in tight uniforms trying to pick themselves up off the floor while giving me disapproving looks. Maybe I could fall down, toss out the folding chair and at least THEY could be comfortable while trying to stick needles into my needle-resistant body. The E.R. Chair. I like the sound of that... I guess it would really be the EMT Chair. Hmmm.....
I sort of passed out in the middle of my second hour class, too. Nurse and secretary came in, force fed me juice, asked me goofy questions until I started coming out of it. Second hour got out of having their vocabulary flash cards checked. <sigh> On the bright side, I'm pretty sure that they didn't notice that I was wearing a REALLY unflattering outfit. The loss of consciousness and blank stare seemed to overshadow the fact that my brown turtleneck made me look like an Oreo cookie gone VERY wrong.
I'm not complaining. Stuff sucks sometimes. But hey- I still have my arms and legs. Right, mom? I can still see through my thick glasses. I still laugh more and give more dirty looks than most people I know. Life isn't perfect and bad situations seem to follow me. BUT I'm still here. Still fighting. Still looking forward to good days ahead. I have an appointment on Wednesday to see about getting a CGM and a new pump. Maybe today was just a sign that I really need to FOCUS on getting that equipment quickly... Well, either that or it was just God's way of saying it was a REALLY slow day at Walmart. LOL