Not because we have to be prepared at all times with extra forms of sugar, test strips, bottles of insulin, etc., but because of the potential lows.
Traveling takes us off schedule, which leads to a greater chance for highs, and lows.
A few weeks ago we ran into a mid-night low that probably could have been prevented. I woke up to a very sweaty man who was convulsing...though still doing everything in his power to cuddle with me.
I jumped up and called 911. They weren't as quick as I would have liked, but when you're traveling you never know how long it might take them to get to your hotel room.
I've learned that in instances where I have nothing to give him and have to call the paramedics, it's up to me to make him as comfortable as I can while we wait. Most of the time that means leaving him be or rubbing his back with one hand, at most. I also try to keep talking to him, letting him know that help is on the way.
I fear the day that we're not near a big city and help isn't close. Sometimes that keeps me awake at night. I often find myself waking him up just to ask him if he's okay. I bet it's annoying.
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