Morning Commute

As I was getting in bed on Tuesday night, my BG was 395 mg/dL.  Um, helloooooo...where did you come from?  There's something in me that "knows" my site is okay.  So I get out my pen and I take my correction, and I add an alarm to wake up at 3AM.  That beep beep beep woke me up so suddenly that I thought it was my morning alarm.  I turn on the light, and realize that I'm 53 mg/dL.  So not only did the correction work, but my pump is also working.  I grab 2 juice boxes and suck those down, and roll over and go back to sleep.  When my alarm goes off at 6AM, I'm 56 mg/dL.  So now I need to walk through the apartment for juice since I used my others during the middle of the night.  And then I hear the thunder and remember that I'm in the middle of a snow storm.  And I look out the window and my street isn't even plowed yet.  I mentally prepare for the walk to work.  But I'm coming off of at least three hours of being low, so I have twice the amount of oatmeal I usually do.  I pack a backpack of everything I'll need for the day (including an extra change of clothes, and my phone charger), and I get bundled in ski clothes as I get ready for my walk.  On the news, it seems like all they're talking about is how no one is on the road, which is good since there were some white-out conditions at times.  As I'm getting ready for the walk, I set a temp basal of 40% for one hour (hoping beyond anything that it doesn't take longer than an hour).   I was 143 mg/dL before I left.

My walking outfit

As I started on my walk, I was paranoid I was going to be plowed.  But it was so beautiful.  I even got about a half mile of high knees in before I decided to screw the sidewalks and walk in the road.  As I was on the sidewalk though, I came under attack.  And I went into fight position to the best of my ability.  But what actually happened is that the tree I was walking under decided to let me have his snow.  I looked around to see if anyone saw me, and then started laughing, and appreciating the beauty.  I walked halfway to work, when I got a text from Mom Genius that she found a ride to work, so to call Dad Genius to see what he wants to do.  I step onto a side street and give him a call, and he decides he'll call again at noon after the storm is over to decide if he's going to work.  So I turned around and walked home.  

walking back to my apartment on the "busy" road

As I was walking, there was a woman waiting for the bus. "ISN'T THIS BEAUTIFUL?!" And I yell back "YES!"  I mean, not having the ability to use my car kinda stinks, but walking through something so beautiful is incredible.  I get back to my apartment, de-snow gear myself and test.  And I'm 137 mg/dL.  And the thought: How the hell did I do that?  Wait, I did that?  I'm amazing! And there must have been something magical about yesterday's snow because I stayed below 150 mg/dL all day.