Someone to Understand
I am not quite sure where I’d be without Abby lately. I have had some definite frustrations about going low & exercising and I’m working on my way up to longer & more intense workouts to hopefully get my diabetes used to the exercise. Some days it works and some days it doesn’t and she has listened to it all. She has listened to my ideas, given me suggestions and laughed with me when I say really stupid crap while low.
The thing we’ve been talking about most is making diabetes fit our lives. As we’ve changed, so has our diabetes. But the thing that hasn’t is living. The question of “how do I best take care of me without letting diabetes take control, but also keep diabetes in control?” I know that every person is different, but talking to a friend helps, especially when they also have diabetes and work in the diabetes community, all without judging.
This weekend I reconnected with an old friend at a pub crawl. I have been on this route of pub crawls before, but long before I was part of the DOC, and definitely long before I had a Dexcom. There was an up arrow at the first bar, so I grabbed my pump to bolus a bit, and could see it kicking in a bit. The second place was filled with sugary drinks, but the arrow had turned down as we entered. On our way out though, it was double up, nearing 300. A meter test confirmed that I was around 260. And while I don’t think diabetes should stop me from living, I decided that water needed to be my drink of choice at that bar. That third bar was solely water & food and even though that decision was based on diabetes, it is a decision that was by far the healthiest decision I could have made. As the night went on, I went back to traditional pub crawl drinks and enjoyed myself to the fullest. Meter tests kept confirming that the Dexcom was pretty close to accurate, so I was very excited to be able to live with extra help. It didn’t determine my outcome, or inhibit my fun, it just let me enjoy myself and make decisions that were the best for me.