This weekend, my wife and I attended a wedding for one of her cousins.

I am not sure what it is but I dread attending weddings. It is like going to the dentist or having to file my taxes. I know I have to go but I really REALLY don't want to.

Unlike the other two examples, I usually leave a wedding having had a good time. This wedding was no exception.

I am not really into all the flowery stuff and decorations but I must say, it was one of the nicest weddings I have ever been to as far as their decor. I know guys, it is not the manly thing to point out but that is what was amazing! It really was nice.

The bride's bouquet was made up of what looked like 5 dozen roses which looked really cool and the centerpieces at the tables we really classy looking. It made me feel bad for not being as "into" all this stuff when we got married but oh well. Maybe that stuff comes with age.

Anyhow, as we were finishing up a very nice salad I heard a loud thump or I should say, I felt it. Being in California the first thing I do is look at the chandeliers to see if they are shaking but before I could look for any movement, I hear, "CALL 911!"

Immediately I saw cell phones light up all over the room as a smaller sea of people poured through the maze of tables to see if they could help. Now, I am not one of the people who would ever run up to help unless I could actually help but there were already so many people at the table where the incident occurred that I knew I would get in the way.

Then I heard it. I heard a word that I knew about. Could I help? What did they say? I look around at everyone in the crowd trying to find an answer by reading lips to no avail. Then I hear it again, "diabetic."

My wife looked at me signaling that she heard it also. I did not know what to do. I sat there looking into the crowd as I saw the man sit up. I did not know if the "diabetic" thing was speculation or not. It was at this point that I saw the flicker of flashing lights outside. The ambulance got to the hotel so quickly I thought they must have been next door or something.

I saw him leave on the stretcher and the MC made an announcement that the gentleman was okay, thank God.

We later found out he just got light headed and fainted. He did have diabetes but that had really nothing to do with the fainting. The paramedics checked his BG and he was fine.

It makes me mad to think that diabetes can cause such a stir in me and so little in others. People were saying, "He's diabetic" only to receive the "Oh" as if saying "well THAT makes sense."

I hate all the extra baggage that comes along with having this disease and the worst part is how most of the world seems to think that passing out is just "one of those things" for us.