This past weekend the husband and I traveled to our hometown for a bridal shower and bachelor/bachelorette parties for a wedding we are both in. The 7 hour car ride up was pretty un-eventful, my blood sugar behaved for the most part. However, once we arrived my one day old sensor started misbehaving. It wasn’t giving me a trend arrow and was telling me I was in the 40s when actually I was 184. I was hoping it’d come back to life, but after an hour or so of this naughty behavior, I got the question marks of death so I yanked it. Kind of a bummer because I didn’t want to have to deal with the first 24 hours of sensor inaccuracy during the shower and bachelorette party, but, such is a Diabetic’s life.
The shower was lovely, however when I went out to my car to leave, I noticed a flat tire. Oh boy. Luckily my in-laws live only a few miles from where the shower was held so I was able to get my car there and they went out of their way to get a new tire for me. I am so grateful for them for doing this and giving up their entire Saturday afternoon to solve my problem. They are wonderful!
The bachelorette party was fun – we went to dinner at a Hibachi style restaurant. However, we did a lot more walking than I anticipated so I was low for a good hour. This led to one of the women making a comment about me eating a couple of cookies. Something along the lines of “I can’t believe you’re eating. Aren’t you full???” ARGH. I said that my blood sugar was low and rather than pass out, I had to force a few cookies down my throat even though we just ate.
This same woman also told me her grandfather “died of diabetes”, so as you can imagine my patience with her was wearing thin. I will never understand why people think that in order to relate to your disease they have to tell a horror story of someone who died from complications or lost a foot or whatever. These stories are NOT helpful.
I did face a few D-related decisions over the weekend. To prevent my CGM alarm from going off at the shower since I knew I’d be eating a lot and it would be a guessing game as to how much to bolus, I turned the high alert off. I stayed in the low to mid 200s pretty much all day, which, not good. But, it is what it is. Hindsight is telling me I probably should have done a temp basal, but live and learn!
While getting ready to head out for the bachelorette party I had to decide if I should bring my meter or CGM as both did not fit in my small, going-out purse. I chose my meter since I was still within the first 24 hours of my sensor and, well, I trust my meter more.
All-in-all it was a good weekend. Traveling is just tough with diabetes. This weekend I’m going to visit my dear friend in NYC and I am determined to have a good blood sugar weekend. I think it will be much easier since I’m obviously much more comfortable with her than I am with a group of women I’ve only met once. I have my endo appointment on the 14th and I don’t want last weekend and this coming weekend to mess up my a1c!
I have a special guest blog post coming tomorrow, written by the husband. Stay tuned!