Driver to the Rescue

After having a great Friday 13th Night last night, supported by John's fantastic Friday 13th drinking game - "dead body - drink", "nudity - drink!" "crazy Ralph - two drinks!", I go and have a fucking hypo on the bus on the way into college today.



I was about 5 mins away from my stop when I started to shake and dropped my bag so the guy in front of me asks if I'm ok, to which I tell him I have to get off the bus. He goes down and tells the bus driver, who stops the bus and comes up to see if I'm ok just about when I start to shake. After I say I'm diabetic and all of the passengers are wondering what the hell is going on, there are a few people down the back volunteering some sugar and diet coke (well, their hearts are in the right place). Luckily there was a girl sitting across from me who offers some sweets (as it turns out she's diabetic herself) which the bus driver feeds to me seeing as my hands are going all over the place. So the bus driver then drives to the next petrol station, gives a guy some money to run in and get me a drink all the while the bus is waiting outside the station full of passengers. At this stage I'd come round ok, so I run off to the shop to tell the guy I'm ok and I tell the bus driver I'm fine, but he waits for me nonetheless and let's me off at the university stop.



I'm just so fucking embarrassed right now. I hate when crap like that happens to me. I was meant to get loads of thesis work done today, but now I'm just worn out. How and ever, it's nice to know that, for all the assholes, scangers, knackers and scumbags, there are still plenty of decent people out there.