Cheesburger and an Ambulance

As I started home from work yesterday I felt a little icky, checked my blood sugar and realized it was getting low.  Then my pump beeped at me that it was dropping...good timing...couldn't you have told me this before I left work?  My glucose tablet container was empty and I wasn't near any place to stop so I continued on.  I thought I would just stop at the McDonalds that was on the way and grab something to help rather than waiting until I got all the way home.  I of course wasn't thinking straight and was foggy brained, so I kept driving until I got to the McDonalds.  I was talking on the phone with a friend, I told him I was low and stopping, and I guess he noticed that I was starting to not make sense.  So, I got off the phone, ordered some food, pulled up to the window to pay and my phone rang again.  It was Robby.  He asked me if I was at McDonalds and low...now in my foggy head stupor I wondered how in the world he knew this...turns out Timothy had called him worried.  So I pull up to get my food and the lady hands me the wrong order.  I looked at her like she was crazy, she realized what she did and changed it out, all while Robby was listening.  This wasn't helping my case at all as he thought I wasn't making sense and must have done something wrong.  He told me to pull up to a parking spot and stay there, he was on his way.  I did as instructed...luckily...you have no idea how lucky that is because listening amid a dangerous low like that is not at the top of my functioning priorities.  So I sat in the parking spot like a good girl and ate my cheeseburger.  Now, I should have ordered a coke, but I didn't...again, thinking straight wasn't happening here.  A coke or sprite, something with sugar would have worked quicker than a burger that had to be digested...but when you have very little sugar going to your brain it just doesn't work right.  I think I sat there for a few minutes and then called Robby back to tell him I was ready to go home.  He told me not to move, he had called 911 and they were coming to check on me.  He said that he would be there in a minute, but he wanted to make sure I was alright, I scared him.  I couldn't decide in that moment if he was serious.  I was thinking I did the right thing by stopping, why on Earth would you call 911 now?  Then I heard a siren...and realized this was really happening.  Again, low as hell at this point and not thinking, I started to pull out of my parking spot.  I guess I was thinking run away and they won't see you...I started to back up and a firetruck pulled up behind me, so I started to go forward and an ambulance pulled up in front of me...they had me cornered!  I thought sure I was being taken to jail or something.  I'm in a busy parking lot, surrounded by people and my car has just been cornered by medical professionals.  What can you do now but sit there like a good girl?  And so I did.  One paramedic walked up to the car and asked me how far along I was at the same time as the EMSA driver walked up.  He laughed later telling me he sure hoped I was pregnant because that would be really bad!  I said I'm 11 weeks and he asked me if I was feeling okay.  He said my husband had called and wanted them to check me out.  They did a fingerstick and the meter registerd "LO" which means your blood sugar at this point is below 20.  I knew I was in trouble and not getting out of this one with my faking I was okay.  I had beads of sweat across my forehead at this point and they escorted me to the ambulance.  They told me they would park my car and go ahead and have a seat.  I did as instructed, probably while rolling my eyes.  I was so embarrassed I thought I would surely like to just run and hide at the moment!  In just a few minutes Robby arrived and they had him go inside and get me some orange juice as well.  At this point my cheeseburger was doing us no good.  I drank the juice and waited.  About 10 minutes later they checked again, 65, more waiting, 10 more minutes 78, 5 more minutes, and I was 89.  They said they were surprised how intelligent I actually sounded as low as I was, I was answering their questions pretty accurately.  I remember a good portion of the whole experience, but sort of wish at this point that I didn't!  They let me sign a form once I was okay that I didn't want to go to the hospital and Robby drove me home.  I was mortified, but this is my life...I mean, everyone has their issues, right?  After all of the excitement I was fine, other than a bruised ego.  I ran very high the rest of the night and felt wiped out, which a bad low and high rebound will do to you.  I'm really scared.  I'm only 11 weeks pregnant and I have a long way to go.  The lows aren't dangerous to the baby...unless I get in a wreck or die, which obviously I don't want to happen....but the highs are dangerous and scare me worse.  I'm stuggling already and it sucks.  I just want to quit.  Today I wish I could get rid of diabetes.  I'm tired and don't want to do this anymore :(  Too bad quitting is not an option, so on we go!  Tomorrow is another day.