See? I don't even capitalize it. I don't give my diabetes the respect it deserves. It's a learning curve... and I'm still at the bottom.... Busy days are my diabetic enemy. I don't like to plan for eating. I still want to be able to run on fumes and not worry. Yesterday was one errand, one meeting, one phone call after another. By the time I sat down at the school at 6pm for a 30 minute (thank fuck for short meetings!) meeting I pondered food/insulin/blood sugars. My sensor is gone temporarily so I didn't have a method to quickly check....
And then there was this GIANT plate of cookies.
They were store bought, suspiciously colored and garishly sprinkled.
A man sat next to them and he had a cough.
It was time to go and I KNEW that I wasn't bottoming out. But I also knew that I wasn't confident enough to put myself behind the wheel.
I ate two garish, be-sprinkled, germ dusted cookies.
At home I checked in at 78 so given the choices and the potential consequences I made the right decision.
Lesson learned: I placed a juice pack and 3 granola bars in the car.
I dug out my old back-up meter and put IT in the car too.
Now I can check AND treat. (And drive.)