I have yet to see a diabetic, type one or type two, suddenly, out of the clear blue, keel over comatose on the floor, with no prior inkling or clinical signs of their blood sugar being in the stratosphere, and their energy being zilch, while they drink like a fish and pee like a racehorse, until they become acidotic, dehydrated and unconscious, on the living room floor, while both parents look on, as well as friends and neighbors. It may not have been years, but it wasn’t, “suddnely, we noticed that she didn’t look so good.”