When Diabetes & Beauty Don’t Mix & It Doesn’t Ruin the Night
Do you remember when I wrote about attending the JDRF After Party? Well, it was AMAZING!
Getting all dolled up for a gala is fun, until you try to find a place to put your pump. My new favorite place is in the small of my back in spanks. It doesn’t move, and since I have the Animas and a remote bolus, I’m good to go for the night. At least the first time I put it there. As I was getting dressed, my friend Meghan was zipping me up and putting my pump in place and asked “Does this mean I have to bolus for you tonight too?” I said “Nope! That’s what remote bolus is all about!” And she replied in a way that only a best friend with diabetes can: “You bitch.” (She wants the Animas, but at the moment she is unable to get it – thus resulting in jealousy.”
We were volunteering at the gala before attending the after party, and as part of volunteering we would get a fabulous dinner. At 9. So we stuffed our faces before leaving the house and as we were getting ready for the guests to arrive, I realized that my blood sugar was rising. I went off to the volunteer room to test and bolus, but my pump and meter decided this was the moment to not communicate. Off to the bathroom I went to get these things communicating. I shimmied up my dress and up & out went the pump site too. WHAT?! In that instant I pulled my dress back down and back to my volunteer area to try to find a pump site and/or insulin. Because did I mention that I have a fabulous little purse that looked great with my outfit. But that it’s little. And by little I mean teeny. So I had no extra sites (I don’t usually) but especially no humalog pen. A few people had sites, for Minimeds. I found someone with humalog though, so I walked into a corner to take a shot. And as I took that needle out blood was streaming down my leg. I think I yelped and it’s good that the person who I borrowed the insulin from was still in the room because she ran to get me a napkin. Later in the night when I had to give myself another shot for dinner + basal + martini bar + dessert bar I was so nervous that I would start gushing again, but I didn’t. Bad things happen in threes, and I’m glad of that because my numbers were better the rest of the night than they were when I first needed to give myself insulin.
Now to the good stuff:
My night was fabulous! I knew it would be fun, but I didn’t know I would feel so comfortable, so welcomed and so friendly. It was more than I could’ve hoped for and I’m already ready for next year. I hope that you are too!