I keep thinking of a bus crash I was on. Going from Grande Prairie to Edmonton for a U2 concert, our driver had a stroke behind the wheel. In the 15 minutes before the crash I noticed we weren't taking the curves on the highway very smoothly. (My first thought was some sort of comercial where they say: This isn't Greyhound) After hitting the guard rails a few times we attempted to take control of the bus from our obviously dying bus driver. The thing is the driver kept fighting us; thinking we were trying to hijack the bus.
This was after hitting guard rails, and clipping mirrors with an oncoming semi. (And kudos to that semi driver; I don't know how we clipped mirrors and the back end of the vehicles didn't hit.)
Being borderline diabetic I also know that sometimes the best cure for a sugar imbalance is to get home quick to get the sugar or insulin that you need. A couple of times it has occurred to me that I was likely more impaired driving than after several beers. (I now keep cookies and pills in the glove compartment.)
I don't know what to believe yet in this case, but the diabetic shock angle is plausible.
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