Shit. Matt just called. Daniel may have been glutened. He is feeling nauseous. I just google-mapped their location and found the closest hospital, and Matt is getting taxi numbers just in case. Finding some soda for him to drink, just in case.
You know, the last time Daniel went to an overnight with his youth group he ended up in the hospital after bolusing for twizzlers, which he didn't know had wheat in them. He tossed his cookies after bolusing, then had a low that wouldn't quit and needed I.V. sugar.
I hate celiac. I hate diabetes. I hate not being there.