I think I may have told this story before, many years ago - probably 20 as I was fairly newly diabetic at the time too but I worked with a colleague who was also T1D, lets just say he wasn't the greatest diabetic. One morning I came in and found him half asleep, I asked if it was a heavy night last night and the response was a sort of yes and he seemed to perk up a bit, I assumed because someone else was now in the office. the way the office was arranged I sat with my back to him and set about work (no really I did!) 10-15mins later we had a meeting to attend and turned round and said come on we've got such and such meeting to go to. There he was slumped back in his chair, pretty unresponsive, when asking a question I occasionally got a grunt out of him. Fortunately there was a drinks vending machine just out in the hall so I quickly got a can of 'real' coke and managed to get some in his mouth (and down his shirt!), I knew it was risky because he could hardly respond to anything - even pain (well you have to kick a man when he's down!) - our boss turned up wondering where we were for this meeting, she was a bit freaked out and was wanting to call an ambulance, but that first sip of coke had started to work it's magic and he became a bit responsive - more coke sipped, and he dipped back into being unresponsive, a minute later he was back to being just a little bit more responsive than the last time, more coke, back down he went, but as he became more and more responsive more and more coke could be swallowed properly and created an upward spiral. It was amazing to see how each time more coke went in the longer the period of responsiveness shortly followed. By the end of the can of coke he was able to sort him self out but the so and so still owes me 50p for the coke!