This week, I’m on vacation visiting my lifelong friend Suzette in South Carolina. Tonight she suggested calling her friend Amanda who has a boat, so we can go out on Lake Murray for a couple hours. (They’re the cute ones in the picture.) It was a beautiful day for this, so I grab my man purse with my diabetes gear, check my blood sugar (#bgnow 180ish with no insulin on board), and throw about 36c worth of smarties into my gear bag just in case. Then I remember that each time I’ve gone outside to do anything with friends this summer, my blood sugar crashes, so I eat 1 roll (6g carbs) of Smarties just to be safe because it’s pretty hot outside and heat lowers my blood sugar. My last outdoor activity with friends was a major contributor to my paranoia this time.
As we pull into the parking lot of the marina, worst case scenarios start going through my mind, just for a moment. Just so I can make sure I’d be prepared for them. I don’t let the girls know I’m doing this. In fact, I keep all of the feelings going through my mind to myself until after our wonderful boating trip was over. So anyway, all of our phones were working and charged. The girls had carbs in their bag and I had my smarties. My blood sugar was comfortably riding high. Starting to climb over 200. I’m ok with this, because Lake Murray is HUGE and I have no idea how long we were going to be out on the water. I also didn’t want to limit our trip because of my diabetes.
The breeze from the moving boat is wonderful, the weather is beautiful, and what am I thinking about? “We’re getting awfully far from shore? What if the boat stalls? What if the faulty gas guage lets us run of gas? What’s my blood sugar now?” Then I realize I’m drinking beer, and I remember that alcohol makes blood sugar drop. I check my blood sugar again. Leveled out at about 240. Good.
We have a wonderful time cruising the lake, then the girls want to jump into the nice warm water, . . . . . and the ignition is turned off. Inside, that panic alert goes off. Calm Rich, . . . calm, . . . calm. The internal dialog starts “What if it doesn’t start? Did I remember seeing oars in the hold? The shore is right over there. We could paddle by hand if we needed to if my blood sugar crashes out here.” So I check my blood sugar. #bgnow 221. Oh crap. Calm Rich. Calm.
The girls get into the water, have a nice swim, we get back to the marina, and all is well. #bgnow was 224. I got to enjoy a beautiful couple hours on the late with Suzette and Amanda, but diabetes was always on my mind. Wait? Isn’t that a Willie Nelson song?
Does diabetes make you a little paranoid sometimes? Leave a comment with your thoughts.