Yesterday was World Diabetes Day (#WDD in Twitter) – along with that was the 2nd annual Big Blue Test that Diabetes Hands Foundation DHF) has – where diabetics all around the world test their blood glucose (#bgnow) first – then perform exercise for 14 minutes then test #bgnow. The even better thing that happened with the Big Blue Test this year was the video that was presented on You Tube – with each viewing – one child would be provided with 1 week’s supply of insulin. So far, there have been over 100,000 viewings of this video – and if you’ve not seen it yet … check it out at this link, it has some great “stars” that are predominant in the American D-OC (Diabetic Online Community).
So, on Sunday, I headed off to the Old Port of Montreal, with the hopes of meeting up with a few other diabetics that I’d invited along for the occasion. Alas, me, myself and Irene (Mike my hubby, bless him came along) – were the only ones that arrived. Not to worry, I am a lone ranger, with my blue cape; I would do my thing even if I was all alone!
Only problem? Hypo aka low blood sugars have been occurring for some reason the last few days. No explanation, but all I can say is, I got hit with a major one while starting the 2:00 p.m. EST #bgnow test – it was 3.1 mmol/l (56 mg/dl). So, I popped a few Dex4’s while Mike tried to figure out where to go for us to eat and get some food into us. Now, there are lots of place to eat in the Old Port of Montreal (it’s a tourist haven) – but when you are feeling kicked in the buttocks with having a hypo on such an important day, it makes a gal feel somewhat depressed.
So, off we go, to seek food. I’m walking like a zombie on a mission, must eat, don’t want to eat, must eat, want to do my 14 minutes of exercise, must …. You get the drift here. Next thing we know, we are being what I would say “hustled” by a fellow with an Irish accent though he says he's from Wales (accents always get to me – I’m a sucker) – with a story about how he’s arrived in Montreal, luggage is gone, credit card is gone, passport is gone (of course, all packed in his luggage that went UNDERNEATH the aircraft). Sounds kinda fishy, doesn’t it? Well, he went on with his story – and it was a mighty good one. I at one point told him that I was celebrating WDD – and having to deal with a low #bgnow. I think he sort of understood what I was saying, but he kept on going on, and me being the chatty gal I am, kept on listening. In the end, some spare change, and we set him off on his mission to find enough money to sleep somewhere warm for the night before he continued on his 3 week holiday of Canada (air fares are cheaper at this time of the year to this country – I’m telling you even with him pulling off one sock to show us his feet (blisters he said – in my head I was thinking “your feet are in better shape then my diabetic tootsies for all the walking you’ve been doing with no place to sleep") - the $5-6 in change we gave him paid for his performance.
Once again we are trotting along to continue on our mission to find a place to eat – of course – one that served great local beer – and I couldn’t drink with now being 2.6 mmol/l (46 mg/dl) at this point in time. Trying to act normal when the waiter was talking to me - urrhhh! I mean, isn’t it horrible when you are eating for survival of your bloody low blood sugar and not really enjoying what you are eating? Anyway, hour later I was good to go – but of course - knackered to all heck. As usual rebound occurred later – I’ve really got to figure out why my basal settings are so out of whack these days since this is very rare for me since going on the pump! For a few pictures taken while I was "with it" that day - you can go to this link.
(of my World Diabetes Day for 2010)