Hiiiii,
had the WORST night ever on thursday,
Went out for a friend at work's leaving do thingy.. i seem to have the drinking and diabetes thing under control so i enjoy going out more without having to worry so much about my BG levels..
Well... everything was going fine until my bag was stolen from the pub i was in.. it was on a table behind me whilst i wasng a shot at pool... some [insert horrid word] ran off with my bag
As there was a few of us some of the guys ran off after him...
Then it dawned on me that my ONLY glucose meter was in that bag as my other had broken and my other spare is stashed at work as sometimes not being a good morning person i forget it..
So me and one of my friends went to the hospital as i'd been drinking there was no way i could go overnight not being able to test my BG...
Sooo, i went to the hospital and calmly explained my situation (by this time i'd pretty much sobered up)
Went to see the triage nurse after about an hour and half later and she tested my BG and it was 2.3 (by this time usually id be home and have eaten before i'd gone to bed)
So she said i'll get you some lucozade and a slice of toast, so i waited patiently.. about 15 mins later after my friend fetched someone she eventually brought it over...
After waiting another hour for a doctor a woman came and tested my BG again... again it had gone down to 2.9 so i asked for more lucozade and toast... five mins later the SAME nurse came back and told me the doctor was sending me home...
errrrr what?!
i said to her i can't go home Hypo with no treatment (i live in a village outside the main town and takes 15/20 mins in a taxi to get home)
She said that the doctor said it was fine... again i told her i couldnt go without something to test my BG and treating my hypo especially after drinking and asked to see this doctor.
So she went to get the doctor and ushered me into a cubicle and again i asked for something to treat my hypo... again nobody moved and the doctor just said 'why are you here i said you can go home'
By this time i was shaking bad and feeling weak so i got angry as i'd gone to the hospital for help after my bag was stolen so it was no fault of my own.. and as i felt my sugar get lower i got irritated and angry.. after being so patient so i started to shout and get very aggressive...
(Which i wasnt to pleased with myself after thinking about it when i'd calmed down)
after shouting and probably screaming and swearing the nurse huffed and tested my blood again... 1.6!!! only then did she decide to move and get me something...
They also tried to send me home with nothing to test my BG saying you'll be okay just eat before you go to bed!!! this made me really angry and upset as i've tried so so so hard to get my control sorted and this is the advice i got...
So after arguing this was not possible especially as drinking alcohol could lower me through the night she eventually magically pulled a machine out of nowhere and i eventually left after my BG was above eight so i would be okay with the taxi ride home.
Just needed to vent this to some people who can understand how bad that is!!! grrrr.
thanks for listening i feel better now :lol:
had the WORST night ever on thursday,
Went out for a friend at work's leaving do thingy.. i seem to have the drinking and diabetes thing under control so i enjoy going out more without having to worry so much about my BG levels..
Well... everything was going fine until my bag was stolen from the pub i was in.. it was on a table behind me whilst i wasng a shot at pool... some [insert horrid word] ran off with my bag
As there was a few of us some of the guys ran off after him...
Then it dawned on me that my ONLY glucose meter was in that bag as my other had broken and my other spare is stashed at work as sometimes not being a good morning person i forget it..
So me and one of my friends went to the hospital as i'd been drinking there was no way i could go overnight not being able to test my BG...
Sooo, i went to the hospital and calmly explained my situation (by this time i'd pretty much sobered up)
Went to see the triage nurse after about an hour and half later and she tested my BG and it was 2.3 (by this time usually id be home and have eaten before i'd gone to bed)
So she said i'll get you some lucozade and a slice of toast, so i waited patiently.. about 15 mins later after my friend fetched someone she eventually brought it over...
After waiting another hour for a doctor a woman came and tested my BG again... again it had gone down to 2.9 so i asked for more lucozade and toast... five mins later the SAME nurse came back and told me the doctor was sending me home...
errrrr what?!
i said to her i can't go home Hypo with no treatment (i live in a village outside the main town and takes 15/20 mins in a taxi to get home)
She said that the doctor said it was fine... again i told her i couldnt go without something to test my BG and treating my hypo especially after drinking and asked to see this doctor.
So she went to get the doctor and ushered me into a cubicle and again i asked for something to treat my hypo... again nobody moved and the doctor just said 'why are you here i said you can go home'
By this time i was shaking bad and feeling weak so i got angry as i'd gone to the hospital for help after my bag was stolen so it was no fault of my own.. and as i felt my sugar get lower i got irritated and angry.. after being so patient so i started to shout and get very aggressive...
(Which i wasnt to pleased with myself after thinking about it when i'd calmed down)
after shouting and probably screaming and swearing the nurse huffed and tested my blood again... 1.6!!! only then did she decide to move and get me something...
They also tried to send me home with nothing to test my BG saying you'll be okay just eat before you go to bed!!! this made me really angry and upset as i've tried so so so hard to get my control sorted and this is the advice i got...
So after arguing this was not possible especially as drinking alcohol could lower me through the night she eventually magically pulled a machine out of nowhere and i eventually left after my BG was above eight so i would be okay with the taxi ride home.
Just needed to vent this to some people who can understand how bad that is!!! grrrr.
thanks for listening i feel better now :lol: