I’m usually really good at telling the people in my inner circle, “Don’t forget this” and “Remember to do that” when it comes to their medical requirements and/or Diabetic needs. A strong attention to detail is always something I’ve prided myself on, personally and professionally. But if there’s one thing that this pandemic has taught me, is that I have the potential to slip and get a little too comfortable in my routine. I learned exactly to what depth I had slipped into that comfort zone yesterday morning…
As is the case on most Monday mornings, my wife had the day off and since the pandemic has limited the number and type of excursions we can undertake, I usually use this time for a long-distance bicycle ride. Since my 70k from two weeks ago was such an unmitigated disaster, I thought that yesterday would be the perfect opportunity to make another attempt. I discussed it with my wife and she agreed that maybe it would be better to attempt an in-city 70k as opposed to the open highway.
This would at least prevent some of the issues I had faced on my last excursion. Alright, this made sense. After all, I had achieved my 70k (as far as distance goes) but my phone had died, I ran out of food and struggled with the Prairie wind so badly that I added more than an hour onto my total time. Not exactly the ideal situation. Despite the great workout, I got home feeling frustrated and disappointed that I had no documented proof to show of my achievement.
So yesterday morning was supposed to be different, and I hit the sack on Sunday night, confident that Monday would provide me with a screenshot of my Runkeeper app showing 70k or greater. I set an alarm for the early hours of the morning and let my head hit the pillow. Ironically, it turned out to be a night where Diabetes didn’t intervene in any way and I actually slept for a solid number of hours. But as I’ve often said in the past, life doesn’t care about our plan. And we usually can’t predict when a wrench will be dropped into our gears.
I awoke with the morning sun and as is often my custom (unless the baby wakes me first) I woke up before my alarm went off. The sun had been up for a while, and I went downstairs to my home office to prepare my gear. Nathan had fallen asleep on the spare bed in the office, so I made every attempt to be quiet as I prepared. The first item on my list: change up my pump’s infusion set. I went to bed with about 35 units left, and I already knew I’d have to change up my set before heading out on the bicycle.
I grab a reservoir and infusion set and realized I couldn’t find my bottle of Humalog. I searched everywhere and just couldn’t find a bottle of insulin anywhere. I still had enough insulin to last me the morning (as long as I didn’t consume carbs) and the pharmacy only opened at 9am. Well, there goes my plan to ride… I can’t remember the last time I ran out of insulin. As in, I can’t remember because it’s been YEARS! I’m usually on top of my supplies, especially since they keep me alive. I now found myself despondent and killing time until my pharmacy opened.
By the time I made my way to the pharmacy and dealt with some unnecessary and unexpected delays on their part, I was most of the way through the morning and the Prairie summer heat was already in full swing. As I’ve learned the hard way over recent weeks, this isn’t the ideal environment in which to cycle for long kilometres. I opted for some light yard work instead, mowing the back lawn and getting a bit of fresh air.
Despite my usual attention to detail, this proved to show me that I’m just as human as the rest. I’m at least grateful that I live in an area where getting a prescription the same day as I need it is pretty easy. But it has also proven that I apparently need to start paying closer attention as I crawl forward in my age, as I already seem to be letting details slip. ☯