So she had a low in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. She was still verbal, but barely, and sent me to get her some snacks out of the bear canisters. However I didn't know where she'd hid them. After looking in the dark for a while I had to go back to the tent and try to get enough of an explanation out of her to find the hidden canisters. Fortunately she was abele to give me enough context that I was able to find the canisters and get her something to eat.
After that, I kept my own hidden stash of snacks in the tent and make sure she told me where the canisters were.
First thing I do every morning is A) put on pants B) put my keys and a tube of glucose tablets in my front pants pocket.
You can probably guess the expensive way that became ritual.
I’m a Type 1 diabetic (diagnosed in my 30s) and have been living with it for about a decade now. This really isn’t a “what if” situation. I know what will happen. I will die or hopefully just become incredibly ill.
It’s not really scary at all.
It’s just something I live with and prepare for as best I can. The one thing that I’ve learned from living with Type 1 is that all you can do is make the best decision you can in any given moment. My favorite doctor told me that diabetes is a disease that is all about making decisions. So is life, I guess.
"Identifying most people with T1D continue to secrete varying amounts of insulin and C-peptides for decades after initial diagnosis:
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See below for my deeper response on these and other issues:
It takes a genetic predisposition and a trigger - perhaps a virus? - for your immune system to start eating your pancreas' insulin-producing cells.
The old labels of "juvenile diabetes" etc. are as unhelpful as the notion it's caused by obesity.
I guess this is somewhat similar. Especially in places where your health insurance isn't a given.
The scary part is potentially getting caught out somewhere entirely alone and without an emergency snack.