This past weekend we finally got the Mum of Jenna who our sailboat Jenna’s Journey (a Catalina 30) is named after onboard. It's been something we've been planning for awhile, but with my friend losing her DH to cancer only a few years after Jenna, it's been a very difficult time for her. Jenna, sadly died at the age of 17 after battling a form of cancer called aveaolor Rhabdomyoscarcoma . Jenna lives on through our sailboat – she will never be forgotten. And she looked over the two newbie sailors, her Mum and her boyfriend Billy, as we heeled over gently at 15 degrees in winds of 10-15 knots. It was a great weekend of reliving memories of Jenna and the weather held out for us to perfection.
Of course, preparing for visitors, especially the MUM of Jenna was nerve wracking. I wanted this to be perfect for my friend of 25+ years. So, between working during the week and trying to get things ready food wise, that would suit both “normal” people and myself as a diabetic. It was abit of a challenge.
So of course, the Hypo Fairy came to visit me quite abit last week (and from other FB postings during the week – I was not alone – warm weather just makes our insulin work much better). All I can say is THANK GOODNESS for Michael George aka my Animas 2020 insulin pump. I was able to SUSPEND his delivery at times that we’re not convenient for me (e.g. going out for a quick grocery run WITHOUT any fast acting sugar … bad bad bad – even worse – not #BGNow meter – but I know when I’m going low / high still at least). Also, with being able to lower your basal insulin, compared to my usual MDI (multiple dose injections) is VERY handy.
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So, Friday rolls around, we are off to Jenna’s Journey. Both my DH and I are trying to finish up work abit earlier (didn’t happen) – and then try to make sure the furball children are all settled in for a few days alone (I know – they’re cats – but still …. ). Again, that day, the Hypo Fairy decides to play games with me earlier in the day. We hit the road, for the 70 minute drive to where we keep our sailboat and then I realise my lips aren’t tingling because of the wind hitting my face (driving with the top down on the car). And what seems to be a normal with diabetics that I've met over the years - I get an unusual hunger pang.
I don’t like to broadcast to the world I’m having a low #BGNow . So of course, the Tim Horton’s server is all chatty and so am I. Meanwhile, my eyes start to go blinky, blinky and I’m trying to control my jerks/twitches (like I have Tourette’s Syndrome) and at that moment I think … “Why am I such a polite person in a mini-me crisis?” When all I want to do is SCREAM out …
“Give me my Fing donut NOW”.
If I had TS as my DH told me later, that’s probably how it would come out – and save me some time in getting what I need … NOW!
So I enhale my donut (below is EXACTLY what I had) - along with a coffee - and there goes my chance of ever shedding the 20 lbs I'm attempting to lose on my goal to one day being 40 lbs lighter. Urrhhh.
The nice thing – it worked out fine – though I battled with the Hypo Fairy over the next few days with people who don’t really understand diabetes (e.g. “How often do you have to use your insulin pump?” or “Where’s my food?” … this coming from the nondiabetic person whose NOT having a visit by the Hypo Fairy with a 2.2 /40 #BGNow ).
As most of us do with people who don’t understand Type 1 diabetes – we are forever trying our best to educate them – and maybe one day – they’ll get it.