Peaks and valleys.

Iron MountainIt’s a gorgeous November day in San Diego, and we’re trekking up a local hiking route, sweating out the previous evening’s debauchery. I’d tested before we began hiking, and was safely in the 200’s after a greasy breakfast. Still though, I’d given him two packs of GU to carry for me and I had two tucked in my kit as well. Would not be good to get a low on top of a mountain without any glucose– it’s a long way down.

We climb upward, winding up the trails and breathing more heavily as the hike continues. We pass other hikers, dogs and families, people walking solo and larger groups. We say “hi” to each passerby and continue on. Our conversation flows between peaceful, quiet moments where we only hear the sounds of each other breathing and the dirt beneath our sneakers.

We’re about three fourths of the way up the mountain, and I decide to check. I have no idea where my numbers are. Between my slight hangover, having been hiking uphill for an hour already, and my Dex not calibrated yet from a new sensor, I couldn’t tell how I felt. We pause and I make a work station on a nearby rock. The meter counts down. 338. Maybe I went a little too conservative on my breakfast insulin.

“What are you?” he asks.

“Uhm. Eh.” I respond

“Did it not read or…?” he asks, his face quizzical.

“No, its just, uhm, its pretty high.”

“What are we talking here? 200s? 300s?”

“I don’t want to say, it’s a bad number.” I tell him.

“Alexis, are you serious? You don’t need to hide it from me.”

“338. See. Its bad.”

“That’s not so bad. You had to factor in having drinks last night, a big breakfast, sleeping in late, and now hiking, that’s a tough one.”

“I know,” I tell him. I dial in 2 units on my PDM. “You’re right, that was a really tough one to get correct.”

He smiles at me and I smile back. We turn our faces up the hill and keep hiking. And the summit was more beautiful that I had remembered.

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My numbers are always high around breakfast, and even higher if I down 2-3 cuba libres the night before. Mind you, thats as high as I go, that is in drinks. Somehow my body will operate slower in a semi-hangover condition than in a near perferct condition. Washing the car or going to the gym will make it pick up some speed faster.

I saw in you blog just below this one that I had one of your texts. “famous people with diabetes”. I was just trying to control myself after having been put on insulin, seeing who else already had the same deal I got. Found your site though and have been reading it ever since. Keep up the good work! :)

David – so glad you found the blog! How funny that’s the search term that brought you here :)

I tend to wake up with highs after drinking as well, but find that I’m more insulin sensitive which can make me prone to a crash if I dose too aggresively. Totally agree with you on the car wash/gym accelerating things – it helps the hangover go away too.

Hope things are going well with you starting insulin. Thanks for reading the blog and for keeping up with it!

I am very proud of you. I couldn’t move until 2pm on Saturday.

I like that.

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