I had quite an experience last night. What happened literally scared the shit out of me and made me feel like the biggest fool on the planet. I still cannot believe it happened.

It started off as any other evening. I went to the gym and spent about 1 hr and 10 minutes on the arc trainer. As I was leaving, I noticed that I didn't feel quite right...but I kind of just shrugged it off. Yes, I realized I probably was running a little low, but no big deal, I would just drive home and take care of it then. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, not exactly.

I proceeded to drive home. As I was on my way, I kept feeling uneasy and uncomfortable. I felt almost like jumping out of my skin and my head felt like it was unsteady and unsupported on my neck and shoulders. Strange, I know. But I continued on my way.

I managed to get off my exit and pulled up the road to the area where my apartment is situated. All of a sudden I realized that I was going WAY too fast and I almost felt like I had lost control of the car. Before I knew it, I had driven past my apartment. I thought that was really weird, but I turned around and drove back. It happened again...not only once, but two more times. The last time I did this, I had driven way past where I was supposed to be and then found that I had turned off onto some roads I wasn't familiar with.

Again, I found that I was driving too fast and, not only that, but I was having difficulty seeing. I really couldn't see where I was or where I was going. All of a sudden I heard a THUNK. I knew I hit something off to the side of the road. I tried to keep driving, but my car didn't seem quite right. It felt a little funny and it was making a strange rumbling noise.

All I could keep thinking was "Oh shit!" And "whatthefuck!"

I knew I was panicking and I knew that I was in trouble. I was lost, I had done something to my car, and my blood sugar was dropping...RAPIDLY. Out of sheer panic, I called my parents on the phone. Well, they aren't exactly near to where I live anymore...they live in White Plains (about 45 mins away), but I didn't know what to do. I needed someone to tell me, b/c my brain just was not functioning.

I could hear the worry in my Mom's voice, but there wasn't a lot she could do from where she was. She suggested I call the police, especially since I said I had hit something and also b/c of the fact that she knew my sugar was dropping.

She was right and I knew it. I had to do something, so I made the call. The officer on the phone was very nice. He asked me what happened and where I was. That was a very good question and I was wondering the same. I was honest. I told him I wasn't quite sure. I could barely make anything out on the road, but I managed to squint and read the street sign. He told me he would send someone out shortly and to pull off to the side of the road.

I turned my hazard lights on and attempted to move over. A couple of nice people came by and asked if I was ok. But once they heard I was just lost, they took off. One guy in particular really went above and beyond. He walked around my car. He said that it looked ok, but that I had a flat on the right front tire. As I was talking to him about it, the cop showed up.

Both of them helped me out greatly. They really were good Samaritans. Not only did they make sure I was ok, but they changed my tire and put the spare on. After changing the tire, the officer asked if I was ok to drive. I let him know that I didn't know. I told him I was Diabetic and knew that my blood sugar was falling. I was apprehensive about admitting this, I knew that Diabetics tend to get a bad wrap as bad drivers and also b/c I knew I could get into a lot of trouble. But my state of mind at the time told me that I had to fess up.

The cop was pretty understanding, but he did tell me that I should not be driving if my blood sugar was that low. He called another of his cop buddies and his buddy drove me home, while he followed. They made sure I got in ok and made me drink some Coke to bring my sugar up. I tested my sugar and after drinking a good deal of regular soda, my blood sugar had risen, BUT it only risen to 56-eek! It must have been really low to start with.

Needless to say, I felt like such an IDIOT for letting this happen. I mean, I was really close to where I live and I couldn't find my way home. I was so confused, disoriented, and LOST. When that was going on, I felt like I wasn't going to ever get home and that was really scary, b/c that's where I wanted to be more than anything. I just wanted to be safe and secure in the comfort of my apartment and I wasn't sure I was ever going to find my way.

Now that this scary incident is over, it really makes me question myself. It makes me question myself and how much I truly accept my condition. I really should know better and yet I let this happen. I guess I am wondering why. In a way, it makes me wonder about whether I have fully come to grips with my disease. I know there are times where I want to be able to do what I want and not worry about any consequences. But with this disease, I don't think that's possible. You always have to be aware of what's going on with your body and any abnormal change going on.

I think I've learned my lesson, at least I hope I have. Yeah, I guess I had to learn it the hard way, but I guess that's what it takes. Hopefully, that will not happen again any time soon. It was truly horrible, but I know it could have been so much worse. I could have really damaged my car, I could have passed out, or, probably worst case scenario, I could have hurt someone driving. I am so thankful that that didn't happen. Maybe there is a guardian angel watching over me afterall