I was heavily pregnant with my 3rd son and in hospital but was going low in early hours of the morning. A registered nurse asked me what I needed and being a wee bit slurred said food. She got me a salad sandwich!! I challenged her and she said " but you're diabetic you can't have sugar!" so I tried to put her straight so she said would toast and jam be better to which I said of course. So she got some with DIABETIC jam!!! Unbelievable! A nursing assistant saw this and got me a packet of sweet biscuits as her daughter was diabetic. I certainly put my opinion forward after the hypo regarding the nurse!!!!
After my diagnosis (age 10) my mom tried really hard to help me out. She changed the way she cooked (healthier, less fat, more veggies), and did everything she was told, by the book. She was told I had to avoid quick lows/highs. So one day I have an extreme hypo, and I go into panic mode trying to eat something (I think it was toast with jam). She took it out of my hands and gave me a glass of milk. I said that I needed fast sugar, not milk! We argued about it, but she would not give in! She said the milk would work, I just had to wait and let it do it's job. I sat there for the next 30 minutes hysterically crying and letting out shrieks in frustration, feeling the hypo the entire time. After that, I hoarded sweets so when I had a hypo, I wouldn't tell her about it so I could get what I needed, instead of milk!
I hated her for awhile for that, until I realized that she was a parent of a new diabetic, and just trying her best to keep me alive and follow what she was taught. Now, of course, if I go low she has a supply of juice boxes and honey available. She works fast, too, because she knows how important it is to get my BG up fast. She learned over the years that if she didn't, I passed out. No more milk I guess.
I had a conversation with her the other day about when I was diagnosed (33 years ago). She said she really doesn't remember a whole lot about that time, because it scared her so bad, that she might lose me. All she remembers is waking up in the middle of the night to test me, and praying that I didn't die on her watch.