Type 2 Diabetes Blog


            Let’s see it’s been about three months since my D diagnosis, I have brought my A1C down to 6.7 from an 11.6. I had my gall bladder removed twelve days ago, and I am feeling fifteen years younger. I have made a few changes to my eating habits; I think I have this diabetes thing under control. I still have a couple of days off from work; let’s go to Disneyland!!

My wife and I, and four of our friends (all in their twenties, this will be important later) all pack up, load up the car and off we go on a new adventure. We have booked a room with a shuttle to Disneyland, we aren’t quite close enough to walk, but that’s okay, the shuttle is free.

When we arrive at Disneyland I think we have all turned into seven year olds, full of wonder and excitement, and wanting to see, ride and explore every single thing. Oh what fun! Fortunately it’s the middle of the week, so it’s not terribly crowded. We don’t have to wait in too many really long lines and we get to ride pretty much everything. We are doing a lot of walking, as one does at Disneyland. So I allow myself to splurge and have a chocolate covered frozen banana. It’s really good, I haven’t had one in years; and I figure I will have walked off any sugar high. I was feeling a little tired, and this gives me a little boost of energy. I’m going to need it to keep up with the youngsters.

I am in awe of everything; it’s been a very long time since I have been to Disneyland. This is the first time I have been with just adults; it really is fun this way.  No tired, whining children, just some seven year old adults doing anything we want to do. And then, it’s treat time, again! This time, it’s Dole Whip! We have never had Dole Whip before, I take note that it is probably all sugar, but I don’t care. I have been walking my buns off; I need and deserve this creamy, pineapple goodness.

Lots more rides, more walking, more fun, it is getting close to dinnertime, and we are at the rear of Disneyland. I am really fading, I’m beyond exhausted, very hungry, a bit cranky, and I do not want to walk all the way to the front of the park. The twenty-something’s; unfazed by the days events, sprint off towards the front gate. I notice the tram not too far away. It looks wonderfully inviting. That’s what I want, the tram. “Hey guys, lets take the tram to the gate.” They just keep walking.  Why do they just keep walking, I want to take the tram.  “The tram is right over there, it’s close.” I really want to take the tram.  We keep walking. Tram, again, there. “Tram, there, tired.” Keep walking, slower, slower. Kids way ahead of us. I am trying to tell my wife I need to take the tram. I really want to take the tram. Tram. Just. Right. There. We. Can. Tired. So Tired. Hard thoughts. Harder to talk. “Tram.” Ride. Want ride. Tired. “Tram.”

            See front gate. Almost. Close. Keep going. Shuttle. Line. Sitting. Oh good, sitting!!!  We ride to the hotel; a decision is made to eat at the restaurant hotel. It’s close and we are hungry. I am handed a menu I can’t read. After struggling with it, I hand it to my wife. I can barely think or speak. She looks at me puzzled and asks what’s wrong. I mutter; “Don’t know.” She looks alarmed and asks if I need anything. Again, “Don’t know.” Now she is really alarmed, and everyone at our table is looking at me. I am embarrassed, I have never felt like this and I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am also more than a little scared. “Juice” she says, “I’ll get you some juice!” “No, I’m okay” I say. “No, you are not okay” she says, and leaves, returning with juice. I drink it. She suggests I test my sugar; my meter is upstairs in our room. Someone goes to get it and when I test I am at 60. The lowest I have ever been, though I was probably lower before the juice.

            That was our trip to Disneyland and my first diabetic low. It was very scary, I have learned a lot since then. Like, pack and haul your meter. Pack and haul juice boxes. I have also discovered glucose tablets. Pack and haul them, too! So you can be better prepared for your next trip to an amusement park, than I was.   And, have fun!!!



Low blood sugars are incredibly disorienting. I get them more frequently with extra exercise/walking too. While I don't wish low BGs on anyone, it is nice to know that someone else gets it. Thank you for sharing that story. Your writing is fun and in the moment. <3
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Submitted by heathergabel on Sun, 08/02/2015 - 2:52pm

Thank you for your very timely article. We will be taking our 5 year old Grandson to Disneyland next month and I will definitely be carrying along my meter and glucose tabs, thanks to you. Great tip.
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Submitted by Queenie on Wed, 08/05/2015 - 1:51pm