When traveling with a diabetic it is no fun. I should know, I am the diabetic. My dad is a trucker and is gone most of the summer. Sometime's I will go with him. The past 2 times I have gone with him. The 1st time I want with him it was hell. I am not jokeing. My life was hell for 2 and half weeks.
I would get up in the moning and be about low 100's sometime's high 100's. I got count carbs than put into my pump. Than I would eat and do whatever I felt like doing. I would write or be on the laptop or sleep or sleep. Would stop to eat lunch. I would make something while carb counting. Than I will eat. It repeat's all day long.
The last time was hell. I was time's in the 100's but sometimes I would be in the high 300's or low 200's to high 300's and sometimes I would go to 400's.
I want home and come back out after a week.
It was the same thing as the last time. But than I found someone to help me. That would be my best friend and diabetic friend Amber Beth. I love her she is like a sister but with diabetes. I told her what was going on. She helped me set up a trave plan. I love her for that. And I love my trave plan.
But today was not what I was thinking it would be. I woke up being 198. I counted the carbs than pumped for it than eat. Sat on the laptop, writing, reading, whatever really.
Lunch came 221. Not bad, I count carbs pumped than eat. I did the same thing.
Supper came around 309! What happend there I dont know. I pumped in the food I was going to eat than want inside and eat supper at wendy's.
Two hours after supper.......293. 1.5 untis with some still left from supper. I think I am going to have a long night.
Type 1 diabetic's life
Taylor and Jaimie with their pump Amber Beth and Rosaile Izzy.
