This is going to be hard to believe but it happened. Quite a few years ago, '92-'94, before I had a pump and before everyone had a cell phone, I was working in a hospital on the east side of Washington DC. Picture the 495 beltway around DC as a clock. After work, I got on the beltway at the 3 o'clock position and headed north to Silver Spring MD, at 12 on the clock. Somewhere, I went fuzzy and the next thing I recall is that I thought my car bumped one of those big orange barrels but wasn't sure (it did, the right side mirror was hanging by a wire). The second thing I remember is that I was driving through a very low income area of a city and had no idea where I was. I felt around in the car and found 2 grubby lifesavers and chewed them. (That was then, remember. I do carry stuff now.) My liver was still working then I guess, with glycogen help. Anyway, I had no phone, was in a strange land, and wondered what was going on.
By some miracle, a few minutes later, I drove right into the main entrance to the Univ Of Maryland Medical Center. I did not even know what hospital it was initially; I just parked the car right in front, illegally I am sure, and went in to the info desk. I somehow asked them for a place to get "sugar." They just pointed down a hall to a snack room. It seemed like a long hall. Fortunately, again a miracle, I had a habit of keeping change in my pocket and had enough to get a 'real' Coke.
For those familiar with DC, I do not know to this day whether I took the 295 exit off the beltway or I-95. I have no idea how I drove to Baltimore and got off where I did and ended up at a medical center. I must have driven reasonably well or a cop would have stopped me.
Anyway, I finally was alert enough to call my housemate, from a pay phone, who was worried sick by that time, and to ask her how to get home. I am navigationally challenged. I finished the Coke and just went back out to the car and somehow drove home. The only damage to my car was the right rear view mirror, which still hung by its one wire all the way home. I was in no condition to look at it till I got home. My blood glucose was back up OK but all T1Ds know that you feel bad after a bad low.
And I can relate to the shivering and cold after a low as I have had that many times. I could tell other weird stories but that was the most dramatic.