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March 27, 2012

Remember when I told you that my diabetes has never liked time changes?  It also doesn’t like a change in the seasons.  Time that with traveling across time-zones, hanging out at a much higher altitude & skiing my butt off and I rode the biggest diabetes roller coaster during vacation.  I changed my basal while we were on the plane.  That’s cool and all, but our flight took off at ~9:30, and I experience dawn phenomenon.  I, of course, did not remember this until I was low leaving the airport. While getting ready to head to the slopes, I set my temp basal at 70%.  What I didn’t take into consideration was the uphill walk we had to take to get to the lift.  Shortly thereafter, I was low.  My trusty mangos and that free hot chocolate helped me to keep going.  Of course, I was later 300.  The next day was the scary one.  We were trying to ski over to where the hot chocolate was.  We figured out that we weren’t going to make it in time for the hot chocolate, so we took a run where we were.  We skied down and I felt “kind of” low.  Imagine my surprise when a fricken 20 mg/dL stared me back in the face.  I do not believe that I was actually that low.  It was pretty cold out and we all know that meters are not always accurate.  When you see a number like that, you don’t second guess because what if it IS real?  I had my first “oh shit” moment of the vacation and mom had the mangos from her jacket opened and ready for me.  But I knew that real glucose was more important to have first, so I opened the glucose gel from my pocket, then I ate the mangos, then we skied down to the lodge (which was super close) where mom got me the hot chocolate with the giant marshmallows.  I was in the 100s shortly thereafter and 300 by the time we stopped for lunch.  The next day I did NOT want to be low again.  I woke up around 200 (which is what I had been waking up at).  I only partially bolused for breakfast and I set my temp basal before we left the condo.  About 24 hours after my 20, I was over 500 mg/dL.  At that point I started to feel awful, went into the same lodge and started chugging water.  I bolused and started coming down.  It’s quite possible I went low later, but I just don’t remember.  I don’t remember exactly what diabetes did on our last day of skiing, but I’m considering this a good thing.  That means it wasn’t memorable. On the day we flew home I was flat-lining in the morning.  And then we went to a delicious pizza place and I shot up to the 300s.  I joked with my mother that my pump wanted to work since it had been around for 10 years.  I got back to my apartment around 1AM, but didn’t change my pump until I woke up the next morning.  Friday was just as crazy as vacation. This weekend my sugars started to settle down, but it wasn’t until yesterday when I had 2 readings in a row in the low 100s that I knew my body was back on the east coast.

My Kind of Paradise

Diabetes was not nice on this trip, but if it had behaved, that would’ve meant missing out on skiing, family, friends & good food.  I’d rather deal with this craziness than miss out on life.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. March 27, 2012 12:58 PM

    Woah! I had some trouble on vacation because your meals are irregular and stuff, but my diabetes has never changed time zones…can you explain this effect??

  2. Susan Castaldo permalink
    March 28, 2012 6:29 PM

    It was a crazy week for you but you handled it very well. We have been on so many ski trips with you and never had so many highs and lows. You didn’t let it stop you, we are so happy you joined us in paradise. Love Aunt Sue-Ann


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