secret_witch
Member
- Messages
- 5
Oh wow isn't it strange hiow most of these are hypo related? Mine certainly are.
I had a number of bad hypos at high school (talk about the best time). I remember snippets of hypos of abandoning my matron (who was trying to sort me out) to go for a leisurly walk/stumble up the stairs and then being escorted down by a teacher who happened to be a diabetic too and figured out what was happening when he saw and spoke to me. I also remember a different time entering my class late and crying in the middle of the class before telling my teacher to 'shut up and leave me the f*** alone' . Luckily his sister (he later explained) is diabetic and wisely put 2 and 2 together instead of expelling me.
I another time and I think this was the last was whenI realised too late (just before it properly took hold) I was hypoing and was racing up the stiars to my locker o get my glucose and fell over my own feet and my skirt came up over my heaed exposing my knickers to my friends and school crush behind me. Crying ensued then too.
I mean in all of this I was lucky enough to have friends/teachers that were there to help and sort me out. I also was also lucky enough that for the people who started making fun of me whilst it was happening found out what was causing it they were so panicked it stopped them from teasing me afterwards.
Phew that was quite a bit. It's quite difficult to remember what happens during the bad hypos so I usually rely on snippets of memory and friend's recollections. Those recollections are usually quite cringeworthy.
I had a number of bad hypos at high school (talk about the best time). I remember snippets of hypos of abandoning my matron (who was trying to sort me out) to go for a leisurly walk/stumble up the stairs and then being escorted down by a teacher who happened to be a diabetic too and figured out what was happening when he saw and spoke to me. I also remember a different time entering my class late and crying in the middle of the class before telling my teacher to 'shut up and leave me the f*** alone' . Luckily his sister (he later explained) is diabetic and wisely put 2 and 2 together instead of expelling me.
I another time and I think this was the last was whenI realised too late (just before it properly took hold) I was hypoing and was racing up the stiars to my locker o get my glucose and fell over my own feet and my skirt came up over my heaed exposing my knickers to my friends and school crush behind me. Crying ensued then too.
I mean in all of this I was lucky enough to have friends/teachers that were there to help and sort me out. I also was also lucky enough that for the people who started making fun of me whilst it was happening found out what was causing it they were so panicked it stopped them from teasing me afterwards.
Phew that was quite a bit. It's quite difficult to remember what happens during the bad hypos so I usually rely on snippets of memory and friend's recollections. Those recollections are usually quite cringeworthy.