The Sweet Life
Tonight, Tina, a girl who has just moved into The House, and I paid a visit to Sweet Life, a popular and delicious bakery a couple miles away. Tina has been on a strick "Chocolate Only Every Four Days" diet and today was her day to splurge. I told her about Sweet Life and the rows of pastries: eclairs, creme brule, lemon bars, brownies, cookies and tarlets. The slices and whole cakes of tiramisu, chocolate silks, berry pies and cheesecake.
If there is a Heaven on Earth, this is it (providing your insulin pump is fully locked and loaded with enough insulin to kill a large horse).
Tina and I gorged on Mixed Berry Cheesecake and Chocolate Turtle Pave (chocolate cake mixed with walnuts and topped with caramel syrup). I bolused 12.8 units - enough to cover 90 carbs. It's been almost an hour and I've clocked in at 174 (although we all know that's debatable). Not too bad, but I'm gonna keep an eye out.
Driving home, I could feel the cake sitting like a rock in my stomach. If I jumped in a lake, I would plummeted straight to the bottom.
"Ugh. I think I can actually feel my blood sugar rising," I joked.
Tina turned to me, concerned. "Oh yeah, was this okay?"
"It's fine," I replied. "I just took a ton of insulin. It'll be okay." She nodded, and there was a brief pause.
"If we're ever together and something should happen, what should I do?" Tina asked.
This question floored me. I was at a loss for words. I honestly could not believe someone had ASKED what they should do to help me with my diabetes. I explained to her how a low works and that if I couldn't get the soda or juice myself, that she would need to do it for me.
"Would it be helpful if I kept something in my car?" she asked. Again, the words vanished from my head.
"Uh, yeah, that would great," I replied. I explained that usually I have something with me or if we are at the mall we can just get something from the food court. But to have something in the car in case we are too far away from a 7-11 or restaurant and I am too low to wait is great.
Having a friend who actually gives a damn, even better.