My Plus One

Living with type 1 diabetes means that I have a plus one everywhere I go that I have to consider.

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Dancing at the party

Brad’s work holiday party was this weekend as I mentioned. With knowledge of last year’s events, I packed for diabetes a bit better. Last year I went low multiple times during the night from unfamiliar food, drinking and dancing so I packed a couple of extra packages of fruit snacks and left them on my bedside table once we checked into the room.

We headed down to the company meeting and grabbed some drinks and socialized before everything started. I opted for a glass of red wine to sip on for the next hour or so. My blood sugar was steady around 105 while we were getting ready so I figured I’d be okay… not like there was real food around yet anyway.

But right before things got started, my clutch started buzzing. Knowing that food was at least another hour away and the diagonal-down arrow at 75 was a warning. I popped over to the (open) bar and asked for some orange juice, which the bar tender gave to me in a wine glass. When I returned to my seat, I chugged my juice as quickly as possible. It’s not easy to chug anything out of a wine glass!

By the time we were headed up for cocktail hour, I was back in a normal range and ready to have some dinner. I of course swagged the amazing food from the buffet (salad, apple cider sage roasted turkey, cranberry risotto, etc.) and I tried to drink one glass of water for every alcoholic beverage (I barely missed that mark though because my water glass was removed instead of refilled).

After dinner, we were talking with a group from the Canadian office and we had been talking to one guy for about 10 minutes when something on his belt caught my eye. “The device on your belt, is that an insulin pump?” I asked. (this is a technology company and the word “device” is used a lot, I wasn’t being any nerdier than anyone else normal.) Continue reading