Well dang. Just when I think things are going pretty well I have a 2 day conference. Carried all my stuff with me and went through my first day pretty well. Didn't have time (or want to spend the money) on conference foods so I went a way too long without eating.
Then the stress of trying to find a client's home in an unfamiliar town in the dark just got the best of me. As I was standing in their living room discussing their new home design, I began to feel sweaty and sick. I checked and 364! What?
I had eaten only chicken breast with marinara and asparagus for dinner. I had not eaten since 7:00 am though, and I am sure my liver was trying to help out. Of course, I had put my insulin back in the fridge at the hotel, and didn't have it with me. What a mess.
Thank goodness that my clients were both in the medical field and they helped me get back to the hotel safe and sound. I was embarrassed. I knew better…but man…it was creepy.
Doing fine the next day and made sure I ate between the classes and expo trudge. There are times when diabetes just reminds you that it's there.