#hypo coma

a few days earlier i just moved in in my dorm room. the first night, my gf stayed with me to sleep over, we drank three glasses of wine that night to celebrate that we were without parents. the thing is i havent drank in a long time and totally didnt think of the consequences of alcohol with diabetes if you’re not careful. so i just fell asleep drunk, i ate stuff but prolly not enough. the next morning, the first morning in my dorm room away from family, the first morning of my student life, i wake up with men from emergencies asking me to wake up. i close my eyes, thinking this is a very boring and unfunny dream. i mean the first night away and my parent’s worst fear happen. okay nice, i try to swake up but i cant. because i was already up, with a perfusion in my hands vein, men watching me and my gf in tears. i was so disapointed at myself for being careless. when they left we crie with her, she felt guilty and so did i. her for not calling them sooner, or maybe calling them, for bringing the alchol also, and me for being careless, the first night. my parents never knew about this and they shall never. i am scared now that when i wake up alone without anyong sleeping over, well, i wont wake up. but no one will show up because it’ll take time to realise i may be in another coma, but since no one will show up, i’ll just die over there, helpless.