If you looked at my FB page you would see that last night was time for a little fun in Boston. I’m here at the American Diabetes Association’s Scientific sessions and it has been nonstop for three days. All good, but none stop busy none-the-less.
Our friends at Dexcom hosted a party at Fenway last night, home to the Boston Red Sox. I should have known that it was dangerous ground for ANY NY baseball fan. Like…..everybody was there….it was surely the most crowded of all gatherings during the week, To answer my dear friend Susan who wanted to know whether the Bosox would know my deep affection for my NY Mets? My answer is that since they/we were using the stadium after the game that took place that day, my allegiance was safe as I was not REALLY at a game. Right?
But in all seriousness, any true baseball fan would appreciate the history of Fenway Park. And I was no exception. But as diabetes would be, it didn’t care that we were having a good time, diabetes is like that, isn’t it? And I feel horrible because my actions. well, my emotions got the best of me……and here is what happened……I leave it to you to absolve me or give me my penance.
There were three friends who were having a good time together. I did not know them but happened to be in the area where they were having fun. But I noticed one of the friends swaying ever so slightly. But honestly, there WAS free-flowing beer and maybe she was just feeling a little ‘better’ than normal. But truly, my ‘dad’ instinct said otherwise. She had a soda in one hand and with her free hand, she took out her Dexcom. Heck it was a ‘Dexcom’ party so THAT made sense, right?
One of her girlfriends asked, “what des that mean?”
I glanced over. I notice the Dexcom receiver and the graph is flat-lined all the way at the bottom and I think, “Crap, that’s not good.”
I go grab a chair and bring it to where the young lady is standing and I instruct her to sit. We are congregated in front of the bar and I go to the front of the line and I said excuse me, twice, and after being ignored I state quite loudly, “…..I need an orange juice for a medical reason and I NEED IT NOW.”
I bring the juice to the young lady, her hands are shaky but she can hold the juice and she starts to drink. I instruct her friends to stay one on each side of her. Now I think to myself, she is ‘going to go’ and I look for some help. Of course there are a million people in that room who are experts and for 3-4 REALLLLLLLY LONG seconds I see no one….and then I see Dr. Henry Anhalt; Henry is a friend and a friend with 20 years clinical practice and I go to where he was enjoying himself. “Doctor I have someone severely low and I could use your help.”
Without hesitation he joins me and I bring him back to where I left the young lady with her friends.
And then it happened.
As I returned, I see the woman standing and an employee is moving the chair.
“What are you doing?”
“Yeah, you cannot sit in front of the bar, I’m moving them.”
“She is having a medical emergency.” And I really said it calmly.
I take the chair and sit her down and Henry is tending to her.
“You have to move from here.” I turn to address her again and she steps closer to grab the chair again and I step between her and the young lady. “I need to move them now.”
……and she got in my face.
“We need to take care of this first, okay.”
……..mmmmmmm I’m thinking, bad move lady.
I look at her and say, “You need to leave here now and either you go back to your work behind the bar or I will physical put you there myself. This man is a Doctor and there is a situation here”
“Don’t yell at me.”
“You have not heard yelling yet and I will not ask you again to go back behind the bar; last chance” (and in the spirit of fair disclosure, there were words used that I am not sharing here). I stared her down and she realized I was not just talking….and I surely wasn’t.
She left the area.
I have felt horrible since I did that. It’s not me. I started calmly. But I still felt bad. But truthfully, I had no desire to find her and apologize either. The young lady’s blood sugar started to rise and shortly after; the evening was over. People were leaving in groups. I quickly left by myself and went back to my hotel room.
My hands were shaking. Not a proud moment for me.
I know what I did, I did to control a situation for the welfare of someone who needed help. Why this woman did not care to see we were all helping someone, I do not know. Of course the friends of the young lady in need thanked me emphatically. But I do not like acting like that; we are all human and I tried to explain numerous times what was going on. I know I did what needed to get done; I should not feel bad……………………………….but I do.
I do hate diabetes, I do.
I am a diabetes dad.
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