I wish I could take a vacation FROM diabetes but no such luck. Not yet anyway.
Vacationing with diabetes is typically a pain. Diabetics are structured. Their care is controlled. The responsibilities are constant. Routine is their life. Vacations throw everything off balance…and the diabetic struggles.
I went to New York for 10 days. 10 days of family love. 10 days of friend love. 10 days of soul hugs. 10 days of being able to breathe. 10 days of real people, fall foliage, country comfort and full on happiness.
But, also, 10 days of high blood sugars, occlusions, poor and unscheduled eating, not enough sleep, too much running around, not counting carbs, getting off track, blah de blah de blah.
Unfortunately, my Romney Pawed wasn’t scheduled for my travel plans. Omni users know that there’s a 3 day rule. There is no choice. On that third day, Omni quits. Kaput. I mean, you can take the pod off early…but that is a waste of pod & insulin. Lucky me, Romney quit on a tiny plane going from Newark to Albany. I had no room to move, seriously, none. It was like I was sitting in an old biplane. My bag was shoved on the floor, my feet on top of it, my sweater and purse on my lap. All I needed were goggles and a scarf.
I heard Romney’s shrill beep and knew it was time. I ripped the pod off, threw it in my purse and debated leaving it off until I reached my Aunt’s house. I began mentally configuring the time….landing, luggage, rental, hour drive, dropping off my mom, getting to my Aunt’s. I decided I couldn’t last that long without insulin and started to insert. The only spot I could reach was my upper arm. Romney hurt like a mofo from the moment it was inserted. I left it in until I got to my Aunt’s where I just had to take it off. Don’t judge but I removed the insulin from the used pod and put it in the new. I’m not made of money, ya know.
Since I only packed 2 extra pods, I was down by one.
That extra one was used after my pod petered out on the way to Cohen’s Bakery in Ellenville, NY. Occlusion!! It screamed and immediately stopped delivering. I have a nice bruise where that pod was. Yay! My poor body is so beat up. Anyway. I was left with zero extra pods. Great. I told the Universe that I didn’t want anymore problems for the remainder of the trip. Thankfully, she listened and obliged. Oh, and btw, if you are headed to Cohen’s, don’t miss out on the Raisin Pumpernickel Bread. It’s famous and super yummy. Send me a loaf, too, please. Thanks.
Speaking of the best Raisin Pumpernickel in the world, I also had constant high sugars. Hey!! I was on vacation! In NY! With family!! How could I NOT eat pasta, pizza, Chinese food, hard rolls, donuts, subs, ice cream cakes! NY!!! I was in carb heaven…..mmmmm.
Now I am back in Vegas, back in the desert, back to my prison, back to chicken, fish & veggies. Back into my little rut of living and eating. Blah. I can’t breathe here. I know that sounds weird but I can’t. Dorothy knew what she was talking about. There’s no place like home.
So, I don’t care that I fell off track. 10 days of being off track versus 24 years of being on track is worth it to me. My heart is full, my soul is happy, my smile is bright….and myshugana can suck it.