We’re right smack dab in the middle of Diabetes Blog Week, and as much as I would love to be able to post every day, my schedule refuses to allow it. Today’s topic, about some diabetes thing that you or your loved one does spectacularly, captured my attention though, and reminded me of a story that happened just this past weekend.
On Friday, my 31st Diaversary, A-Flizzle and I ventured over to the Monticello Opera House, where I dawned one of these…
…and proceeded to serenade the sold out crowd.
Or maybe I just went there for the Star Trek Murder Mystery Dinner Theatre.
In any case, me and Number One (A-Flizzle) were there and made it so. This was my first murder mystery dinner, so I really had no clue what to expect. In diabetes terms, I didn’t pre-bolus, because I didn’t know exactly when we would get food, or even what the food was going to be. The menu said something about sliced Tribble, with a side of pok tar, and a big stein of Romulan ale. Yeah, go ahead…try looking THAT up in Go Meals! (Which is awesome, by the way, if you ever need an app to look up nutritional info. And no, they didn’t pay me or give me anything to say that. But if they wanted to…*cough, cough*)
Do you think the computer in Star Trek would tell you the nutritional info, or would it just beep and buzz at you like our insulin pumps and Continuous Glucose Monitors (CGM’s) do now? Inquiring Klingons want to know.
Back to the story…so we were sitting there in Act 1, and the galactic detective was setting the scene, something about how awful of a detective he was, or maybe he was getting ready to retire, or perhaps he had chased an alien rabbit down a black hole and had been warped to the other side of space and landed on some distant starship. Honestly, I have no clue, because while we were making it so, diabetes and the full-throttle day was making me low.
Near the end of Act 1, I was trying my hardest to focus and keep up with the story, but I was checked out. My attention was somewhere between Jupiter and Pluto. All I could think was, “I’m low…and is that person really wearing a Darth Vader mask under a hood and pretending to be in Star Trek?”
The spectacular of the story is that A-Flizzle noticed. A regular Coke and a couple of glucose tabs later, I was back in space, instead of spaced out. I caught up with the mystery, we enjoyed dinner, had blueberry cobbler for dessert that was to die for, and by the end I had even figured out whodunit.
The biggest mystery though is how A-Flizzle figured out that I was low in a crowded room with attention being diverted in the opposite direction of me. Somehow, she has figured out my low blood sugar tells, those hijinks that give away that something is wrong, sometimes even before my brain is capable of comprehending it…and that’s a pretty spectacular diabetes trick.
How? That’s easy, she’s obviously an amazing woman.
Blueberry Cobbler – I’m jealous!
Go A-Fizzle FTW!!! I’m sure you know this, but your girl is A-Mazing!!! 😀
SPECTACULAR! i love that she spotted it and helped you.
as for your question, i would hope that the computer wouldn’t just give you the carb info, it would automatically beam it to your pump or whatever. take out the middle man. 😉
how were the tribbles?
it’s because A-Flizzle is a superwoman! i do think our type awesomes develop some kind of radar that alerts them that something’s amiss before we ourselves even know it.
I agree! A-Fizzle is an amazing woman! She is beautiful inside and out, an absolute jewel! Glad you were able to enjoy the Mystery Dinner Theater together on A-Fizzle’s Birthday weekend!
Aw, I love y’all.