Friday, May 30, 2014

When you gotta go

My brother-in-law invited us to visit his cabin in rural West Virginia. For a few days we enjoyed mountains, rivers, waterfalls, winding roads, tall trees, and a billion stars. We even fed the deer on his property. Being there was relaxing. Unfortunately, getting there wasn't relaxing, thanks to diabetes.

Before the trip, I had everything planned. I know because I made a checklist. I also made a checklist of things I was going to put on my checklist. Insulin, check. Back up insulin in case I drop my vial, check. Sets, check. Extra sets, check. Extra extra sets, check. Test strips, check. Extra test strips, check. Dexcom sensors, check. Glucose tablets, check.

I packed our clothes, treats for the dog, our pillows, assorted electronic gadgets, and then I programmed the GPS. The route was simple. A straight shot all the way across Indiana and Ohio, wander into Pennsyvania for a bit, then cut into Maryland and finally West Virginia. Six states. 12 hours in the car.

My husband and I left in the middle of the night, because we are not insane. Leaving in the middle of the night means avoiding Chicago traffic on the Tri-State Tollway and the Borman Expressway. A quick zip and a zigzag and we were flying down the Indiana Tollroad. West Virginia, here we come.

Then... Dexcom alarmed the sound of doom. Blood sugar is rising, double arrows up. 180. 209. 224. 257. 310. What The FRUCTOSE? I corrected. I corrected again, and set a temporary basal rate. What is the one thing you don't want to have while on a road trip? The two hallmark signs of diabetes: excessive thirst and excessive urination.

We were on the Indiana Tollroad when "it" hit me. I had to go. NOW! There are five rest stops in Indiana. There are eight in Ohio. I know because I counted! By the time I walked from the rest stop back to the car, I had to go again. This was ridiculous! A 12 hour car ride extended to a 14 hour trip. Thanks diabetes. Thanks a lot.

Still, the trip was wonderful and I enjoyed being away. It's good to travel. It's good to come home.

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