We live in Southern California not too far from "the happiest place on earth." With that, season passes to "The big D" (as we refer to it) are a very good investment for us. We can go during the week after work for a few hours. Ofter we head over after church on Sunday for a few rides and then head home. The kids don't flip out because they know that we can go back when we want to. It works quite well for us and it's a blast!

Except when diabetes shows up in the form of a very scary low.

We made dinner reservations in New Orleans Square and we had to rush from Space Mountain which is on the other side of the park. My sister and her fiance took the lead and my wife and kids brought up the rear. Snaking through a ton of people is the easiest way to move quickly. Single file and move fast. I was at the very back of the line and of course started to feel low.

The rest of my family was far ahead so I just kept moving along only to see that a parade was, well, parading on by. Could there be better timing? My sister's well-streaked hair cut bobbing up and down in the distance as she looked for a break in the parade worked as my target. That was all I watched for as sounds around me became distant and my legs weakened. I kept on going saying to myself, "I gotta catch up with my wife because I have no cash on me."

We get through the parade finally and after stepping foot into Adventure Land, I just stopped. I could go no further. Or could I? These are the things I ask myself when I am low. No, it would be better to sit here next to the entrance to The Jungle Cruise and wait. My wife was already standing in front of me. She knew I was low and headed off to look for some juice since I had failed to pack my glucose tabs.

I sat on this bench watching people walk by. Some of them staring at the very sweaty looking weirdo sitting on bench who is occasionally laughing at a shrunken head souvenir. Yes dear readers, I was the weirdo and no sooner did I let out a gut busting chuckle that my hero/wife brought me juice.

Soon my head felt like it was on correctly again, I was not sweating profusely, and the shrunken head, went back to not being funny at all.