Picking my battles

By | 21 December, 2010

Last night we went to see comedian John Bishop at Liverpool Arena. He was hilarious. Liverpool Arena, like most others, has a very simple business model. Charge high ticket booking fees, get them through the door and then screw as much out of them as you can for food and drink. It’s a pretty standard model which I avoid involvement in by surviving a whole 2 hour show without buying a drink. Madness I know but somehow dehydration doesn’t set in.

As we were going through security last night all of a sudden my ears pricked up and my pancreas twitched. Someone uttered the words “but I’m a diabetic and I need it”. I was on the verge of pulling out my lycra superhero outfit and transforming into “Diabetic girl” to run to the assistance of a fellow pancreatite. Then two things stopped me. Firstly, it was -8 in Liverpool last night and there’s no way the lycra would go over my tshirt, jumper, jumper, fleece combo without unsightly bulges and a significant risk of stretching beyond repair. Secondly though, when I looked, the bloke was trying to bring in a 3 litre bottle of Coke in case he had a hypo.

I was expecting the security guard to reply with an educated and interested response along the lines of “how fascinating kind sir, you know I’ve been meaning to ask a diabetic for a while…do you find an increased overnight basal to be the answer to dawn phenomenon or is the secret in the evening meal bolus/carb ratio?”  Shockingly dear readers what he actually said was “sorry mate, it’s not comin’ in”.

Regular readers will know I’m not shy about the whole diabetes thing and have been known to fight my corner over the years to get what’s needed. However, there’s always a risk of wearing out the lycra superhero suit so I like to pick my fights rather than engage in every battle I see. While my diabetic peer was unsuccessfully pleading his case I couldn’t help but wonder who would consider a 3 litre bottle of Coke the most appropriate hypo treatment to take to a gig. Guns, knives and petrol bombs are mildly disapproved of on the door, but food and drink are an absolute, definite, big fat no. They undermine the money making machine and as such will not be tolerated.

I’d  wandered through security completely unnoticed with a couple of tubes of fruit pastilles in my pocket. I don’t see the point in picking a fight with a disinterested security guard whilst trying to convert him to the diabetes cause. If stopped I’d have had the argument about medical necessity etc and escalated up the management chain but I’m not going to walk in like a sugar coated suicide bomber, flaunting my sweet contraband for the world to question me about.

So, the lycra goes back in the cupboard for another day and I’m left to ponder why some people make life so difficult for themselves.

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About Alison

Diagnosed with Type One in 1983 at the age of four, Alison's been at this for a while now. She uses Humalog in a combined insulin pump and continuous glucose monitoring system and any blood glucose meter as long as it takes five seconds or less.

11 thoughts on “Picking my battles

  1. Alison Post author

    Fantastic, but I thought we wrote a diabetes blog not a comedy gig review blog 😉

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  2. Rohan

    Lol, I think you did the right thing! I completely agree – yes, you’re diabetic and need to make sure you’ll be ok, but there’s better methods than trying to blag enough sugar to put you in a coma!

    I’m up for line blurring, I love live comedy 😀 (quick boast: I saw Tim Minchin and his Orchestra! :D:D:D:D )

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  3. Angie

    I’ve seen people do that at airport security a few times, and it’s always with some ridiculous amount of fluid they need to take, and then act surprised when security want to take it off them. I’ve also seen someone pull the “but I’m diabetic!” card when they weren’t diabetic to try to get away with things like this, and that really *really* pisses me off. There are definitely some battles it’s not worth fighting, especially if it’s a battle that you can avoid by just thinking ahead. I once had glucose tablets taken off me at a gig, so quickly (I was emptying my pockets onto a table) that I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before they were tossed in a bin. At that point, I did involve management, but only because I was in a mild panic and the security didn’t seem to have a clue. I’m now a bit more savvy and just stick some sweets in with my meter, and I’ve never had a problem.

    Also, I’m going to see John Bishop next year, so I’m glad to here you enjoyed the show! 🙂

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  4. Tim

    @neobrainless – I saw Tim Minchin *ages* ago before he was as famous as he is now 😉 The joys of the Edinburgh Festival! 🙂

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  5. Tim

    @angie – I agree. How much stuff does one need to carry through airport security? I just take my usual bunch of Fruit Pastilles and I can always buy something airside if I need it. I just can’t see any circumstance where anyone – diabetic or not – would need sixteen litres (or whatever!) of Coke for a one hour flight!

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  6. Alison Post author

    @Tim With the amount of promotion we do for Fruit Pastilles I struggle to see how we’re not sponsored by Rowntrees yet 🙂

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  7. Rohan

    @Tim – That is one reason for moving to Scotland that keeps coming up for me. I would DEARLY love to go to the Fringe, even once! Maybe if I can’t move to Bristol as part of the current upheaval at work, I’ll try for the Scottish sites 😛

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  8. Cecile

    Foolish cat should’ve tucked it under his Dr. Seuss hat. I wonder what size of bottle makes the reception committee’s alarm go off? I’ve had no problems with a 275ml containing water for my glucose powder (that does presumably kind of look like coke, coming to think of it)

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