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I have been talking about having hypos almost since I was diagnosed, though I tend to call them 'having a low' and have seen readings as low as 1.5 on my meter.
This morning I decided to ride to a local antiques fair which happens to have a very cheap tea room attached - the village is only about 6 miles away, but has the distinction of being one of the highest points in the county. It's a hill I've cycled before and although it's pretty brutal it's not too long. Herself decided to come with me and took the lead up the hill. This is why she didn't notice me lagging behind and eventually stopping.
I haven't done much cycling this year but I've run out of puff and felt dizzy before. So I sat down, put my head down and waited for it to pass - as it normally does. Apparently I passed out. Several people stopped - one alerted Herself who was still plodding up the hill - another called an ambulance. I came round, talked gibberish, threw up and passed out again. Not particularly pretty to witness I'm sure.
Anyway I recovered enough to call off the ambulance, drank some water and then got a lift to the tea room. We made it back on the bikes, but very slowly and only once I'd eaten more cake than I've had in a long time.
The obvious moral of this story is to always take some sugary snack with you - I'm a diabetic for goodness sake. The slightly less obvious point is that a real hypo can hit very quickly - I just thought it was over-tiredness until the point I passed out.
I won't forget the feeling for a while and to remind me in the short term I also have a bright red ear, thanks to the nettles I passed out in to
This morning I decided to ride to a local antiques fair which happens to have a very cheap tea room attached - the village is only about 6 miles away, but has the distinction of being one of the highest points in the county. It's a hill I've cycled before and although it's pretty brutal it's not too long. Herself decided to come with me and took the lead up the hill. This is why she didn't notice me lagging behind and eventually stopping.
I haven't done much cycling this year but I've run out of puff and felt dizzy before. So I sat down, put my head down and waited for it to pass - as it normally does. Apparently I passed out. Several people stopped - one alerted Herself who was still plodding up the hill - another called an ambulance. I came round, talked gibberish, threw up and passed out again. Not particularly pretty to witness I'm sure.
Anyway I recovered enough to call off the ambulance, drank some water and then got a lift to the tea room. We made it back on the bikes, but very slowly and only once I'd eaten more cake than I've had in a long time.
The obvious moral of this story is to always take some sugary snack with you - I'm a diabetic for goodness sake. The slightly less obvious point is that a real hypo can hit very quickly - I just thought it was over-tiredness until the point I passed out.
I won't forget the feeling for a while and to remind me in the short term I also have a bright red ear, thanks to the nettles I passed out in to