Every diabetic is scared of the possibility of going hypo in public and something happening. It's a feeling that is always in the subconscious of our mind, whether they are in an important job interview or simply walking home, we are always worried that a hypo will ruin our day. My fear is much worse than that. My hypos seizures tend to happen at the most important time possible, in the middle of higher exams, on a holiday, and last week, a day before a University interview that I really wanted to ace.
It started like any other hypo. I was walking home myself and I felt a bit wobbly, so I checked my pump and it had a low predicted alarm, 7.1 with 2 arrows down, meaning my blood sugar was dropping fast. I tried to quickly test my blood sugar because my vision was starting to go spotty. With difficulty, I tested it and it said I was 2.2, an all time low for the whole of 2016. When I reached the bus stop, I sat down and drank some Lucozade. Unfortunately, in my glucose-deprived state, I decided to keep walking home, slowly, because I only lived about 5 minutes away. I don't, however, recall how far I got. I only remember waking up in an ambulance on its way to the hospital. I don't remember if they told me what happened, if they called my mum, if they even gave me a Glucogon injection. It's a horrible experience, walking up in an ambulance, surrounded by strangers.
I knew immediately that I was still going to go to my interview the next day. I try my best to never let having diabetes get in the way, when in reality, it does. I got let out of the hospital about an hour after I got brought in, because the doctors knew that I could handle everything myself, and I hadn't hit my head hard enough to do any damage. I was planning on preparing for my interview that night (a bit last minute, I know!), but I was so tired and I went straight to bed when I got home, after my dinner of course! So I never got to prepare, and I could've been going into that interview blind.
I was planning on going to the interview in Edinburgh on my own, I had even booked my ticket, but after what happened, my mum decided to come with me. I was scared ,I was finding it really difficult to talk because I bit my tongue, and my legs felt like lead. Even with all this, I don't think the interview went too bad. It was a group interview and we had to work as a team to solve a scenario question, and there were no arguments, which is always a good start!
The moral of the story is that having type 1 diabetes does hold me back. This time it meant I couldn't prepare for an interview, next time it could mean that I might not be able to attend an interview. Type 1 diabetes has given me opportunities that have changed my life, but most of the time it sucks.