With a million different things to factor into your day to day life as a Type 1 Diabetic, life goes according to plan about 50 per cent of the time.
Here’s the other 50 per cent:
The one where I forget to bring insulin on a blind date.
I hate being late. I think making someone wait for you is one of the most disrespectful things you can do to someone because you’re showing them that you don’t value their time.
So when I realised 15 minutes into my 16 minute walk to the train station that I had left my insulin pen in my apartment, instead of doubling back and being late for my date, I carried on and figured that I just wouldn’t eat any carbohydrates that night.
Fast forward to the end of the night, where drinking on an empty stomach left me drunk beyond comprehension and throwing up into a bin. Needless to say, there was no second date.
The one where I couldn’t remember if I had already injected.
Picture this: I’m at home, I’ve just unwrapped a beautiful McMuffin and I’m all ready to dig in. Just as I dial up 3 units of insulin and inject myself, I have a flash of dejavu: The feeling that this moment had happened before.
In that moment, I had two choices. I could either do nothing and wait to see if the all too familiar signs of a low blood sugar would come on, or I could beat it there by stuffing my face with carbs. If you know me at all, you’ll know which route I took.
So, the million dollar question – did I actually inject myself twice? Who knows. All I know is that I blazed through way more carbs than I needed to balance out that potential double injection that I ended up with sky high blood sugars that I had to correct for later on anyway.
The one(s) where I try to use my phone as a testing kit.
This isn’t a very long story but you’d be surprised at the number of times I’ve tried to stick a test strip in the charging port of my phone. This, rather unsurprisingly, comes after I’ve had a few drinks. The end.
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