Diabetes is Like Spray Insulation

Diabetes is like spray insulation.

Not that I know a lot about spray insulation. I just know what I see from watching HGTV. It's kinda cool. You spray it and it puffs up to fill the space.

That's what diabetes does to my brain.

It puffs up and fills my brain so that I can think of nothing else.

Like the other day...

Sweets and I had been at the pool swimming. We came home and needed to get cleaned up. The smell of suntan lotion and chlorine was thick on our skin.

We take off our wet suits and put everything into the dryer in the laundry room. Then we wrap up in warm towels because the cool of our air conditioned house chills a wet body.

I headed upstairs to get in the shower. Sweets said she wanted to stay downstairs and relax on the couch until I was through. I put her insulin pump and Dexie pouch back on her and hooked her back up. A quick bg test showed her to be at 170. Not too bad after being unhooked for almost 2 hours.

I threw a pair of jammies over the railing so she had some clothes and got in the shower.

Now, this was a little luxury for me! It's rare when I am able to get in the shower and not have to rush. So I did not rush. And it was soooo nice.

Until...

Spray Insulation

It waited to invade my brain until my hair was fulled soaped up. The little thought. 170. I hooked her back up and gave her some missed basal. What if.... And the spray insulation started to puff...

What if the activity at the pool kicks in and she starts to drop? What if she drops fast? What if she doesn't come up and tell me that Dex beeped? What if Dex isn't working - that sometimes happens right after swimming? She's alone down there. It's just me and her. J isn't due home from work for awhile...

So now my nice, relaxing, peaceful shower had turned into a frantic rush to get the soap out of my hair so I could check on her. I hop out of the shower, water flying everywhere. I throw a towel around me and drip through the hallway to the overlook...

Looking at the couch all I see is pillows. No Sweetpea.

I look over a little further...

And this is what I see...

Sweetpea. Sitting in front of the TV watching Berenstain Bears. Dressed ONLY in her insulin pump pouch. NOTHING else. Except for her rain boots. And her umbrella.

"Hey!" I said. "What are you doing?"

"Hi Mommy! I'm watching tv."

Ummm... yes, I can see that. I'm referring to WHY you have on rain boots and your umbrella is up in the house. And why you're still naked...

"What's with the umbrella?" I ask.

"It's helping my hair dry faster." she says. Complete with her dramatic hand motions to explain the drying of her hair.

"Oh.... Ok. What's Dex say?" I decide I'm not touching whole naked in boots thing.

"It says.... 2 - 1 - 4. With one arrow going sideways up."

Hmmm... guess activity didn't kick in. Good thing I added that missed basal. Hope THAT kicks in soon.

"Ok... I'm going to finish getting ready. Come up or yell if you need me." I say.

"Ok. Yeah, you should do that. You're getting everything wet."

And just like that the insulation is deflated. It's no longer puffing up my brain.

Now I'm just smiling and laughing to myself at the silly little girl downstairs in her rain boots and umbrella.