Last night was bad

The title probably says it all, but you probably want to know more. It was absolutely awful.

 

I’m ashamed to tell you how I did it, but if I don’t speak up someone might make the same mistake. And that’s the last thing I could ever want. So I was on the phone talking to mom (yes I still call my mom) and I was fidgeting. I had no pen to click, or piece of paper to fold, so I was fooling around with my infusion set (yea, you know where this is going). I was disconnecting and re-connecting my set over and over, except for the last re-connect. I then proceeded to bolus for 50 grams of carbs, ate a bowl (a big bowl) of edy’s lowfat ice cream and went to bed.

 

Two hours later, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t realize something was wrong until I tried getting up, and that’s when it hit me. It felt like my skin was on fire. I walked slowly to the bathroom (although it felt like the last 5 meters of the 100 yard dash) and peed, and after I was finished (which felt like forever, but must have only been twenty minutes or so) I came out and decided ‘oh, I must be high’

 

I should have looked at my set; that would have been the smart thing to do. But when you can hardly stand the last thing you’re thinking of is let me check myself. I slumped into my chair and took a bolus. (damn the bg calculator – I don’t have time for that!)

I gave the bolus and slumped into my chair to watch some re-runs that I’ve seem more times then I can count.

 

My hands felt like they were cold (even though they were burning) so I stuck them under my shirt (which is when I felt the moisture). I screamed some more obscenities and I clicked the site then checked my IOB. It said I had about 5 units on board, but I knew that wasn’t right. I took another huge bolus, hoping that it would get better. It did – but not right away. Three alarms later to wake up and make sure I didn’t crash and I still had a 222 BG when I woke up this morning, feeling like I had gotten hit with a sledge hammer (multiple times).

 

So why share? Well I like to think I know a lot about diabetes but I make some dumb mistakes sometimes – we all do. It’s part of having diabetes, it’s a part of life. But I hope if anyone reads this tonite and checks their site before they go to bed then it was worth it.

 

And the workout for today – yea you guessed it, no workout in the AM, but I did swim for 50 minutes tonight.

 

I have no idea what to do today

I have no idea what to do today…Really, I don’t. Not a frigg’n clue. I’ve got all the intensity of an Ironman Triathlete, and the vision of a near sighted librarian. I’m up bright and early, I’m dressed for either running or biking (thank goodness the clothes don’t differ much) but I don’t know what to do. It wasn’t always like this, and it certainly wasn’t planned to be like this. It all hit me last night while I was filling out my information to attend the Diabetes Training Camp this June in Chicago.

Several months back I had a plan (emphasis on the had part). I’m a smart guy, I’ve got a masters in exercise phys, a marathon coach, and I’m a certified athletic freak; I know lots and lots (too much if you ask my wife) about training. And after taking a month layoff from the New York marathon, I had sat myself down for weeks with the intensity you see in a 4 year old trying to stay in the lines of her coloring book. At the end, I had a training plan that would make the pros weak in the knees.

But that was months ago. Since then I’ve gotten a new job, relocated, attempted to sell and buy a house (both still in the works) and made the 7 hour drive home and back to try and maintain a marriage (yea, yea, yea - If you read my blog you know that already). The result of all this is a training plan, (to put it with a ‘PG’ spin) that has gone to pieces. I’m training, but not methodically. I just get up and run, or get up and bike, (or not at all).

I’ve never been in this situation before. My training has always been specific, always with a goal. Even if it is just to recover from a hard race, there’s always another in the back of my mind. Now I have a goal and my training is so haphazard I don’t know what to do.

I get like this with my diabetes sometimes too, all the knowledge and don’t know where to go with it. Anyone else? It makes it just as frustrating to have knowledge and not know where to go with it. Sometimes the best thing is to take a deep breath to take it all in, refocus, and re-evaluate where to go from here. I can’t make up for lost time, I can only move forward.

So what am I going to do today? You’re guess is as good as mine. I’ll write tomorrow and let you know.

It's all about attitude!

Sorry for the long delay in writing, I’ve been super busy. A friend sent me the following link about what it is like to be the parent of a Type 1 patient. It’s absolutely great.

 

http://www.mykpp.com/Movie_Type1MomSong.html

 

 

 

Not exactly exercise...

This was a rough weekend to say the least. I was scheduled to ride the bike for three hours yesterday (but didn’t). Instead I had an endurance event of a different sort, almost like a duathlon only there was no running or cycling. The wife and I drove the car for about 6 hours and then saw a total of 18 houses over a two day period. (yes,a big woo-hoo indeed) To say that I’m going to start the week a wee bit tired is an understatement. I actually got to the hotel tonight and started examining the room as if I was going to purchase it. I’d write more, but I’m absolutely exhausted – so good night.

Oh yes, most of the Triabetes team are out in Santa Barbara right now at the Diabetes Triathlon Training camp – I wanted to go but I couldn’t spend my first week in my new job in California on a bike. But there are a few others this year – I’m hoping to go to one of them.