I'm excited for this weekend. I'll be in D.C. for the Children With Diabetes Focus on Technology conference. I've been going through kind of a rough time lately, so a weekend away for some fantastic sessions with some good DOC friends is just what I need. But first, I have to get there. When I get to D.C. I plan to take the Metro to the hotel.
The Metro. No big deal, right? I've taken the subway in NYC plenty of times. When I was in college outside of Boston I took the T all the time. Easy peasy. But I can't help thinking of the last time I took the Metro.
It was last spring when I was in D.C. for JDRF's Government Day. A group of us had gone out to dinner. Bolusing for a restaurant meal is always a bit of a crap-shoot for me, but as always I did the best I could. After dinner we decided to walk around a bit to explore the area. By the time we reached the Metro station I was feeling funny, so I tested even though my CGM showed me in range. It turns out I was dropping really fast. I started chomping on glucose tabs as quickly as I could.
We approached to ticket machine, figured out which trains we needed to take to get back to the hotel, and everyone started to buy their passes. I stood there with a fist full of dollars and was totally confused. "Is this machine impossible to figure out, or am I just really low?" I asked, feeling kind of like an idiot. Luckily, besides my friend Jonathan who is also an adult T1, our group was made up entirely of D-Moms. (Can I just say, D-Moms are the absolute best??) One of them swooped in as I stretched out my palm full of money while mumbling "I have this much, is it enough?". It was enough and my D-Mom Hero bought my pass for me and offered me another snack.
Even as an adult, diabetes can make me feel like a four year old at a moment's notice. Thank goodness I can still count on D-Moms to bale me out when I need help!!