A few nights ago we were traveling to take my son to visit with his father for a few weeks. We made a few stops along the way and decided to enjoy a nice big pizza in our hotel room. That night readings provided some great insights. My son was perfect after two hours. His readings climbed at the four hour point. Eight hours after eating the fat was wreaking havoc and my son was nice and high. Ugh!I decided to take this as a learning moment. I took careful note of how things rose and vowed to make some great, informed changes later. I was going to turn my frown upside down!
The next day we headed back on the road for the final leg of the trip for my son. We stopped for some lunch. Once again, our travel meal was higher in fat than I would normally like. Once again, I was sure that we were going to defeat diabetes by getting the insulin ratios and delivery times perfect. Once again I was wrong!
As we traveled down the highway, I heard my son ask "How much of this glucose gel should I take?"
Crap! "How low are you?"
He was 3.0 (54). I told him to drink the entire thing. I looked back and noticed how pale he was. I began scouring my purse for more glucose. I always have enough food to feed a family of four for a week but I had cleaned things out when I went away last month. I hadn't replenished. What was I thinking?
Panic began to creep in. We were on the highway. We were not near fast acting glucose. All of our beverages were sugar-free. I watched the clock and held my breath. Finally I asked my son if he had retested. He did. He was fine. Phew!! Catastrophe averted!
Later, I found more glucose hidden in the truck for such emergencies but I am so glad that we didn't really have to worry about it and I still hate diabetes!
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