All of the literature out there says that going west is easy because you're gaining hours and just cover for it. Apparently going east is the worst. Any advice for how to make traveling a smoother transition when you're on the pump and do have the option to fiddle with your basals a bit?
I'm just a bit sad of late because my first post-pump A1c is coming up and it seems like a dreaded exam. I work so hard to keep my numbers in check with this disease and I just can't get a break on my averages ever since going on the Ping. I mean, I love the pump: it's made my quality of life easier and better, I love being able to turn my basals up and down according to activity or place in my cycle, and the wave patterns, while I'm still figuring them out, make me a happy camper (post-topic pun intended) :)
But my work has more than the I'm-trying-to-stay-healthy-for-my-own-sake purpose now. I'm trying to get my numbers back in check to plan for a baby, for pete's (who's pete, anyway?) sake. And it's stressful. And everyday, the harder I try, the worse I seem to fail. Ok, that's not completely true. But after having a great week, my numbers suddenly blew up in my face. Again. I was so proud of myself! But that's always when the D-bomb explodes: BAM! Have a great day, Emily! I'm here to remind you that you will never have it easy!
I know it'll never be easy. There are easi-er days. But don't we all live for those days? I know I do. You know the ones: your 'type 1 stress' decreases, and just by nature of seeing those non-diabetic numbers pop up on your meter, your mood increases and you feel like twirling. Ok, maybe not twirling. Rock climbing, if that's what you do. :)
I don't mean to sound like a downer. It's just that a trip is supposed to be fun and exhilarating and refreshing...sometimes now, with this disease, it just feels like a whole lotta mess to plan, you know?
Well, enough of that. BLEH!
I'm hoping this time outside will have a positive effect. Lots of sunshine, hiking, visiting friends, seeing my first saguaro cactus....did you know it takes them hundreds of years to get so tall? They work so long and so hard to become what they are: elegant, tall, reaching for the sun above and the moisture below. Often pocked and scratched and scathed, their limbs tell a story.
We weather the storm, folks. We can always weather the storm.