On the first weekend of July, 2016, I didn’t wake up. The last thing I remember was Saturday morning, about 5am. Around about 10 hours later, a friend I was supposed to have lunch with found me and called an ambulance. Had that been 12 hours later, instead of 10, my parents would have returned from Ireland with 75% the family they had before-hand, and I would be in a morgue somewhere. I woke up some time in the middle of Monday, with a breathing tube down my throat, a tube in my neck, and all sorts of other mess, with no idea where I was or what had happened.
This is what can happen when I fuck up and lose control of my diabetes. I’m not all that good of a diabetic, really, but I try to keep things under some measure of control, because after that happened, I had several weeks of nightmares about waking up like that again.
Anyway, moving on. I think it’s important to remember what happened. I don’t have any pictures of what I looked like during that time, which I regret because I would have liked a visual reminder. Instead, on the first weekend of July, Saturday to Monday, I’ve decided that every donation I get, any bits that get cheered, and any subscriptions that are started or renewed on those days; it will all be going directly to Diabetes UK. I’m not expecting it to be much, but I’m going to do this every year, and perhaps, over time, it will make a difference to someone somewhere, maybe help a little towards finding a cure for diabetes.
This year, that weekend is the 1st to the 3rd of July, so for all my streams on those three days, I’ll be pushing this to get people to donate.