Space Mountain had nothing on my blood sugars from the past couple days! My weekend started early with a visit to Ithaca, NY for a class visit with the Johnson School of Business at Cornell. I left Manhattan at 6:30am with a banana in almond butter for breakfast. The bs held steady until I arrived but... I forgot my meter in my car when I went to the admissions office! No time to go back and get it so I went 6 hours feeling naked and insecure (a really weird feeling). I had a meeting with a director of their leaders fellowship program and felt hypo (still no time to get my meter) so I gobbled up some glucose tabs - 20 minutes later when I got to my car I was at 78 (must have really been hypo).
Thursday night I met with Coach Eggers in Rochester and found out I DON'T SUCK AT SWIMMING! Then headed up to Buffalo to visit my best friend from college. The next morning I woke up for a beautiful run in the country (Kev lives in a suburb of Buffalo now near Kissing Ridge Ski Resort). Both him and his fiance were surprised when I told them I couldn't go for a walk with them and their dog because I had to wait for my blood sugar to go high enough for a half hour run. Later Kev told me "we had no idea you had to like not do stuff to be able to do other stuff." Count 2 more people informed about the life of a type 1!
Friday evening was when the fun really started. I had my first Buffalo Wings since being diagnosed (speaking of suicide wings at the Anchor Bar are as tasty as ever but the finger pricks cuase a burining sensation from the sauce somewhere other than my mouth!) and a bowl of chili for dinner, while drinking back at Kevin's house I had a clif bar with a small bolus. By the time we drove into Buffalo my bs was down to 33!!!! I had a cadbury fruit and nut chocolate bar, a coke and 2 slices of pizza. Since I was with my best friend from college I didn't want to call it a night before it even started. By the time we got back to his house I was 189, when I woke up the next morning I was at 195 (ugh).
On my drive home I stopped by my favorite super market chain of all time - WEGMANS! To have the best turkey sandwich ever made. Apparently I miscalculated the carbs a bit - by a bit I mean by about 20 grams and was in the 200s when I checked my bs a couple hours later. I got that under control and my bs remained pretty good until Sunday night. Sunday evening I had whole wheat pasta with turkey meat balls - 2 hours later my bs was at 110 - perfect. As I was doing some work on my computer that evening I felt a slight pull at my infusion site - didn't really think anything of it; an hour or so after I felt that pull my bs was up to 185 (weird) and gave myself a bolus; an hour later I was up to 287 - ugh change the infusion set! I set my alarm for 3 am just to make sure I wasn't super hypo and thankfully as at 150 - I slept the rest of the night.
The roller coaster and learning experience continues; I see the new endo on Thursday!