Chicago Craze

Timing man, it’s is crazy. Onto the plane for American Airlines on Friday the 13th. Sitting down and suddenly this lady screamed, “omg help! We need help here! My heart started racing, anxiety spiked. I looked up in time to see a man pass out in the aisle and slowly pull himself up with the help of others, mumbling, “I’m ok just got dizzy. I am feeling dizzy.”

I spoke up and asked if he was diabetic? His wife said, “yes he has type2, on metformin. But he is ok. He took cold medicine this morning because he was sick.”

I thought, ok that doesn’t mean anything when he is passing out and pouring sweat right now.  I said “no that wouldn’t do this please listen.” The guy in front of me turns to my coworker and said, “I like her” pointing straight at me. I smiled and went on with helping this gentleman.
I wouldn’t let them tell me otherwise. I took charge and told his wife he needed to eat. He is on medicine, hadn’t eaten, and walked around an airport: three things I knew would lower blood sugar. They tried to give him a kind bar.
“Guys, please get him juice. The bar has fat in it and is something he will need to chew and that won’t impact him fast enough. He needs liquid. It will be faster into his system.” A few minutes later he came to and I asked my other coworker, who lives with Type 1, where his meter was so I could test this gentleman’s blood sugar. He started to get color back in his face and feel better, but was now exhausted. The medics came and took him off the plane, and them allowed him back on a few minutes later.
We were allowed to fly and an hour and half into the flight he was 342. His wife couldn’t understand at all. “How did that happen?! Shouldn’t he be going down by now?” I took this chance to explain the effect of his cereal and milk (eaten right before the flight), orange juice and crackers-all eaten in reaction to hypoglycemia and a common occurrence when people overcompensate and improperly manage blood sugars. I also learned he had no meter with him, to which I responded adamantly about always having his meter with him. “How will you know what is going on with his condition if he does not have his meter?” I warned her against walking around the city on vacation and the importance of testing blood sugar! No out of sight out of mind. I gave her my business card, and she thanked me with such love.

Had we not been on that flight maybe no one would have asked if he was diabetic and things would have been worse. Going for a diabetes conference and running into someone with diabetes passing out on a flight: Timing and coincidence crazy things happening.

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