Living for the weekend

Well, I promised stories of my weekend antics, so stories you shall receive! Our plan on Saturday was to head into town and try to get into Kushi-ya for some lunch before the 2.15pm rugby kick-off. If you live in Nottingham, you'll know Kushi-ya, and if you don't live in Nottingham, you should come, just for Kushi-ya. Words can't do that place justice. Anyway, it was unlikely we were going to get in, but we were hopeful. Unsurprisingly, though, we left the house too late. I decided to go for a run, and Brendan decided to sleep in (the better option). We got into town at 1.45ish - way too late to risk lunch and miss the start of the rugby!

So, like any sensible people would do, we headed straight to the pub.

I'm usually a wine drinker. I love nothing better than a delicious, crisp, New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc (obviously don't have a picture of me with a NZ sauv; it disappears too quickly!). But in the interest of diabetes and the Omnipod, I decided to stick to gin and slimline tonic. Singles, obviously - it was 2pm, and I'm not an animal.

The pub was busy, and we couldn't get a seat. I'd planned to order some nachos to the table, but since we didn't have one, I had to make do with bacon fries. Not quite the same. When we eventually did get a table, we heard the wait for food was an hour - at this point, we thought we might have moved on in an hour. How wrong we were. At half time, some friends arrived - we hadn't planned to see them, it was a pure coincidence. But I saw them heading towards our table, pints of Guinness in hand, and I knew our plans for an early dinner and early bed were going out the window. With that, I also knew the day was going to be a real test for my Omnipod and management! I'm not encouraging this in any way, but it was now around 4pm, and nothing had passed my lips aside from gin, tonic, and two (yes; two, I was malnourished at this point) packs of bacon fries. I was STARVING, and pretty tipsy (please don't judge me). But, somehow, my sugars had been sticking steady at around 7 all day. I was so, so pleased. We stuck around in the pub until around 9pm. At that point, they'd turned the lights down, and turned the music and the UV lights on; unless you were there for a party, it was time to go. Brendan suggested we try to get a table in Pizzamisu. Again, if you're from Nottingham, you'll probably know Pizzamisu, and if you're not from Nottingham, I suggest you visit ASAP.

It's not easy to get a table at the best of times, so I was not hopeful about being a walk in at 9.30pm on a Saturday night. But we turned up and asked. "We're fully booked, but we'll fit you in somewhere" was music to my ears; I was a big fan of that waiter. We sat down with a wine and a beer and ordered. I ordered the spicy nduja, with a full burratta on top. We also ordered this weird Italian croquette thing to share - I have no idea what it was, really - just a big, fried, croquette, I guess. Our food arrived, and we tucked in.

It wasn't until I was basically finished with mine that I realised; I'd been so excited about stuffing my face with pizza, I'd forgotten to do my insulin! I totally panicked. My first meal out, and I'd totally ballsed it up (pictured - basically the exact moment I realised what I'd done). I was SO disappointed in myself, to be honest. The rest of the day had gone so well, blood sugar wise, and I'd been careless and messed it up. In my rush to correct my mistake, I made a further balls up; in our training session, we'd been told when we go out, we needed to extend our bolus 30:70; so, when you give your insulin dose to cover food, you want to take 30% of it immediately, and trickle the remaining 70% in over time, to cover the spike that would inevitably come. In my rush, I'd split mine 70:30 - the complete opposite. SHIT. Obviously, my sugars crashed. I got home and temporarily turned my basal (background) insulin down by 100% for an hour, and went to bed. What I didn't realise is that when you turn it down by 100%, you have to manually turn it back on - so I went to sleep, thinking it would kick back in in an hour. Obviously, it didn't. I woke up at 3am with my sugars at 17. Bloody nightmare! I did some correction units, went back to sleep, and woke up in the morning with my sugars coming back down. Phew - saved. I'm trying really hard not to beat myself up. The whole day went really well, and the reason the night went badly was just normal, human error. It's going to happen and things can't be perfect all the time. Plus, it's a lesson! But no matter how kind I try to be to myself about it, part of me is still annoyed that I couldn't just get it right the first time. If you want my advice? Don't drink G&T on an empty stomach all day and expect things to go smoothly. Seems pretty simple, doesn't it?!