I’ve been reading d-blogs for – omg – a really long time –
And so, what I did the other night shouldn’t have been done but I did it.
On my birthday last week, we were getting ready to cook some chicken on the grill for my b’day dinner (I’m not a very expensive date), when the phone rang and since it was someone I knew, I answered it.
A friend, who is also a Catholic nun, was calling from the ER of a hospital about an hour from us. (She recently retired, she’s 77, and we had helped her move just the week before.)
Anyway, she’d fallen in a parking lot, and got an ambulance ride to the hospital.
So, at 6pm, we got on the interstate and drove to the hospital, an hour away. I do keep Skittles in the car and we grabbed a juice box to take with us.
But – yeah, you knew there had to be a “but.”
I forgot that I needed to change my pump inset and was running low on insulin. I had planned to get that done before dinner…
We thought (we don’t have a whole lot of ER experience) that we’d just have to pick up
Sr. H. – go get her car – and take her home. And then, we’d just go out to eat somewhere on the way home. Didn’t happen. Which is probably just as well as the pump was “running on empty.”
We got home at 11:30, I changed the inset and put in some new insulin. Had some cheese and crackers and hit the bed. I am not normally awake at 11:30pm. To add to the fun, the new Dexcom sensor that I’d inserted that morning kept trying to tell me I was very, very low – like, 39, on the way home (I wasn’t driving). It was wrong and suffered a sensor failure the next morning.
NOT knowing how long we’d be gone, and traveling an hour from home, I should have had insulin, an extra inset, an extra cartridge with me. I didn’t.
It really irks me as the week before, I received a wonderful gift/prize from Molly at Damn Diabetes.
Today – I am a reformed d-person.
I traveled to Concord today for a much nicer reason – a manicure and a pedicure – and I packed the bag. And I’m determined to keep it packed and… updating the “stuff” as needed but having it “almost” ready to go when I leave our small town. I even put a couple of syringes in there. I’ve never used a syringe! (Just pens and my Ping Pump)
And Sr. H.? She has a face of many colors and a broken nose but is doing okay. We met for lunch today and she’s going to be okay.