Punk Diabetics Right - proper strange morning for me already. i've been up all night smashed on god knows how many substances and then i'm confronted by a crisis situation. and it's a fucking divine comedy as usual! Basically my 18 year old nu-punk (daft hair, wears tartan) had a gig last night in sunderland, got shit faced and brought a couple of mates home - nothing out of the usual there. i get in at 8am needing a tab - wake them up and find they have none, so thats me pissed Reet off! i storm off - one of my brothers mates goes to the toilet walks outside the bathroom, screams that he can't see and then passes out. i dont think that much of it since he's known for being a bit of a halfer - sticks him in bed and keeps an eye on him. my kid then storms into the room exclaiming that he's diabetic. Fuck, i think. so basically i've got some kid in hypoglycemic shock in bed, i'm off my tits and my kid is mortal. brilliant. double the luck that my diabetic mam has done one on holiday and took all her insulin. fucking fantastic. so an ambulance is called - i'm forcefeeding gluclose powder down the kids throat and i'm still completely tripping off my face. at one point i really did think i was imagining the whole hour of events. found out about 5 minutes ago that he was ok. thank fuck for that. Sorry for venting this on the board, but its so early and i had to spout it somewhere!
On a more serious note what a nightmare, got to be last thing that you want to encounter if youve been up all night caining it.
You would of given someone who was Hypo insulin? Think about it.......you did the right thing by giving him glucose insulin would drop his sugar levels and probably kill him. Good job you phone an ambulance
And a manslaughter charge to boot. I had a bad run in with my lass on christmas eve last year, wasn't sure if it was hypo or hyper as she didn't have a blood machine so got the ambulance out.
I really don't know how I could cope in a situation like that when I'm off my tits. For starters I couldn't type the numbers in my phone and for seconds I doubt I'd remember why I was using it. I honestly don't think that after a bit MD I could phone an ambulance on a dying friend. So anyone that reads this, hope you're never in that position as you'll probably die.
Aye, don't go out for the night with him, and certainly don't ask him for a ciggy outside the cosmic ballroom
i think he means that you were aware of the problem and knew what options you had in the situation. i wouldn't have known what to do. giz ya mobile number unless of course you mean there wasnt any of your mates in the house
forgot about that. Not just going to give some fucking charver one of my Lammy B's which I wanted to smoke... unless he pays a quid for it.
