I'll tell a 'd'oh' story on myself. I have been diabetic for over 10 years and never gotten it well controlled. A few years ago. I was working with a dietician and endocrinologist, and was finally making progress. One night, I checked my blood sugar before bed - it was 65. This was the lowest I'd ever seen in my life, and it kind of spooked me. I kept checking every 15 minutes and it kept going down til it was at 40. I still felt ok, but the numbers were freaking me out. DH has no medical experience at all, but he was staying with me and watching the numbers fall. At 40, he asked if he should call 911, and I was so freaked I told him yes. Paramedics arrived, asked me a few questions, and finally told me to, um, *eat* something. Oh yeah. I had a PBJ sandwich, they hung around and watched my sugar come back up, and left. I felt totally stupid wasting a call, but at least DH will remember what to do if it happens again and my brain goes on vacation again.