Low blood sugar... I don't really think it's fun and after reading a recent blog from Matt I think it's safe to say that it can get you into trouble sometimes and situations where you can harm not only yourself but others as well.

Well Matt's blog got me thinking about certain incidences that have happened to me when I was low so I wouldn't think it would be fair for me to continue with writing this blog without thanking Matt for inducing this wave of thought.

Now I am one of the lucky ones who can usually feel their blood sugar beginning to drop at 80. This has probably saved me from some dangerous lows, but I've had my bad run-ins with low blood sugar just like every other diabetic. The story I'm about to tell now makes me laugh now, but let me assure you while they were happening they weren't fun; not in the least bit.

So here's a short disclaimer before I begin: I do not encourage low blood sugar, mosh pits, or swearing in any situation -- however the following is a retelling of real events.

Summer of '07 (just this past summer) I went back to Hawaii to visit my friends and family. It was sunny and wonderful; I had just graduated high school and was looking forward to a beach-filled three weeks. It was in the middle of these three weeks that I went to a concert.

This concert was a very big deal -- some awesome bands were going to be there, and I was incredibly excited to go. Since I knew that there was going to be food there I didn't think to bring glucose tabs because I knew that I was probably just going to buy food.

Besides not being able to find parking, everything else was going great. The bands were hot, my friends and I were having fun jumping around and meeting new people, and the garlic fries were especially delicious.

Then Matisyahu performed. For those of you who don't know who Matisyahu is, all's you need to know is that he's awesome and I love him.

So there I was, in the mosh pit (or as much of a mosh pit as you can have with reggae music -- I guess it's more like a sway pit) having the time of my life.

When security broke our friendly pit up, I went back to the "lawn" and that's when the wave of dizziness hit me and I just sat down. It was my best friend, Chelsea, who noticed my "bug eyed" self sitting alone. She came up to me and according to her she asked me if I was "low" and I just nodded my head yes.

Let me interrupt my story to explain to you a little bit about Chelsea. I have been very fortunate in my life to have not one but several good friends who learned as much as they could about diabetes -- especially my diabetes. There have been several situations where Chelsea has woken me up in the middle of the night because she could tell I was low in my sleep. Although I don't depend on my friends, it's definitely helpful to have the around in times where I may need an extra hand or two. I will be writing more about this in one of my next blogs so back to the story.