Perhaps I would have found long lasting insulin at the pharmacy in town, but I had no idea what we would need. Fearful that a local pharmacist there would not understand Type 1, or suggest the wrong kind of insulin, I stuck with what we knew.
Her daughter learned a lesson through her humiliation. It was done. There was nothing I could do at that point. More importantly, I was too angry, way too emotional and too inexperienced in dealing with the unexpected at the time to make it an "educational moment" about diabetes.
Children swim and play there every day. The village handy man fishes at the end of the pier every evening under the moonlight. We see the good stuff.