Well, if you read Part One, you are now aware that I was born and suffered some minor traumas up until the tha age of 20 when I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.
Many of the mishaps I’m about to recount are a direct result of going “hypo” which is short for Hypoglycaemic or low blood sugar in layman’s terms.
Symptoms and signs of hypoglycaemia can include:
- feeling hungry
- tiredness (fatigue)
- blurred vision
- trembling or shakiness
- going pale
- fast pulse or palpitations
- tingling lips
- difficulty concentrating
- disorderly or irrational behaviour, which may be mistaken for drunkenness
If hypoglycaemia isn’t treated promptly and blood glucose levels drop low enough, you may become drowsy or even lose consciousness.
I can also have fits and REALLY twat myself! = read on…
- 1996 – appeared as an extra (Kavanagh QC), dressed as a Nazi Skinhead. Went hypo, on my way home, at Finsbury Park station (still dressed as character) and cut head open and dislocated jaw. Taken to Homerton hospital where I had to wait 3-4 hours (unable to talk) for them to find a doctor who could put it back in place. I can still dislocate it if I yawn too wide…
- 2000 – Two classics – broke wrist rollerblading (in Hyde Park) then had bus run over my thumb (after going hypo) on New Oxford Street (Air Ambulance called)…. N.B. – NOT same day…
2011- Hypo (again) – Woke up and snapped the head off my right femur – SO much fun….
That’s called a “Swivelling Hip Joint”
Bet you can’t wait for Part Three – SPIDERS!!!