Yesterday I went to the Minnesota State Fair, after seeing on the news that we're in for an "extreme heat advisory" next week.
The plans were to meet my friends, Ross and Valerie at noon. I decided to go out a couple of hours early to see the stuff I was personally interested in.
I overslept so got ready in a hurry, and transferred everything from my purse to my back pack. I was halfway to the bus when I realized that I hadn't packed any glucose tabs, but figured that there'd be plenty to eat. Fat chance of me going low at the fair.
I covered a lot of ground and chose to go to our meetup spot at 11:30 so I could rest. About two minutes later, my bg crashed. 54. Lovely. I didn't want to use up any blood glucose by wandering around for a pop stand, so just sat there. Then a seemingly kind middle-aged man sat next to me. I told him what was happening, pushed $20 into his hand and asked him to go and get me some Coke. Adding, btw, that he should also get something for himself.
15 minutes passed. Well, maybe the lines were long.
I hear Valierie's voice.
V: Hi Kathy.
V; You don't look too good - are you okay?
K; (blubering) The man took my money.
R; What? Were you robbed? we have to call security.
K No, I gave it to him.
R (to V): She's acting weird, maybe he hit her on the head.
V: Kathy, did you hurt your head? Did he push you down on the cement?
K; (wailing) I'm..........................low...
R (to V): Why didn't you think of that?
V; Well, you've know her for years too. Why didn't YOU think of it?Ross then dumps the entire contents of my backpck on the bench. Some of my potassium pills fell through the slats and got lost in the grass.
V; What are you doing, you dip head?
R: She always has sugar with her.
V; Go and get her some pop. Now!!
Ross returns quite quickly, snadowed by the elderly, apron-clad owner of the Italian sausage sandwich stand. Both were carrying 2 big cups of root beer.
R; I told him it was a medical emergency (beaming proudly).
I rebounded quickly, but sure didn't feel like walking around anymore. So I went to an English jumping show at the horse arena, and V & R went to the midway. We later met for supper at the beer garden.
I sure hope the guy who took my money enjoyed himself. The nerve!!