Interesting Evening

I love this shirt of Syd's. It reminds me how T1 can affect so many aspects of our life that we often took for granted before diagnosis. One such incident happened tonight. This is the story...(said in my best commentator voice.)

For the past 2 weeks Loren has been selling Christmas Trees every evening. Apparently this has been an ambition of his since he was a child. Go figure--to each his own I guess. So the girls and I are left to our own devices in the evenings. We miss dad but keep ourselves entertained. Miss Sydney has been working very hard in school and is reading like a champ! She received a book-it award for reading. This entitles her to her very own personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut. Nifty!

Tonight we finished her homework and decided to go to the library and then to Pizza Hut for dinner so she could redeem the much coveted book-it. We get to Pizza Hut. Wash hands. Order. Check blood sugar. 267--she is high. So I decided to give her her insulin 15-20 minutes early so it is working before she eats her 60 carbs worth of a personal pan pizza. If you aren't aware, pizza is extremely difficult to give insulin for. I think it would be easier to give syd a bowl of ice cream for dinner rather than pizza. But I didn't want to deprive her of her hard work! We would make the pizza thing work.

So we wait. And wait. And wait some more for our food. Then we waited a bit longer. Finally our waitress came and apologized and said their ovens had broke. They couldn't cook our food. But, guess what, we didn't have to pay for our drinks. Well, whew because $4 in drinks was my biggest worry in this situation. So the girls and I head to the car. I'm thinking, "Crap, syd has insulin for 60 carbs in her system as of about 35-40 minutes earlier." I am trying to figure out what I can feed her that is 60 carbs. She generally doesn't eat that many carbs because she is only 6. I finally decide to drive across town to another Pizza Hut. We get there. I immediately, but kindly, ask the waitress to get her pizza cooking and I explained the situation. She was very kind and rushed back to put in our order.

I check Syd. She is 101. So obviously falling quickly because now it's been an hour since I dosed her and its 7 o'clock which is later than we usually eat. The waitress brought us some sprite--woohoo not diet! To help perk up her sugar while her pizza cooks. It dropped a little more before her food came but nothing too serious. But I have no idea how much soda was in her cup. (I usually order her milk if it's in a pre-measured serving or diet soda) I don't know how much she drank. And she ate her pizza all gone. I feel at a loss right now because it was a rather stressful evening.

We got home. I put the girls to bed. Syd was 110. I'm not sure if she is going up or down but I'll know soon enough. I'm sure it will just be dandy but during the heat of the moment I was a little peeved that Pizza Hut's oven broke down. What are the chances? A big thanks to my pal Stacey who let me vent to her during this whole incident!

So that was our interesting evening. I know eating out can be difficult with T1 but I didn't ever think it would be because the oven broke. :-) Generally it is mommy malfunction with dosing or something. This, however, was not my fault. ;)

So, lessons learned in hindsight....

1) I should have got her a non-diet drink to sip on while we drove to the next pizza hut. Didn't even cross my mind though.

2) A bean burrito from Taco Bell is also about 60 carbs and would have been sufficient and quicker to eat.

3) Even a weird fluke like the broken oven with 5.8 units of insulin on board and no food on it's way can't hinder the excitement from redeeming a book-it.

Way to Go Syd! Keep up the great work!