dbw day 7 - we could be heroes

Before I get to today's (yesterday's) prompt, here's an update on Saturday's post. After swagging pretty much all day long (hotel breakfast, tailgating, restaurant dinner) when it was time to go to bed on Saturday, L was 79 with 1.4 units on board. Since she had played two very physically demanding soccer games that day, we gave her a cookie (22 cho) and a brownie (23 cho) with no insulin coverage. At 1am she was 175, so I have her a half correction (.2 units instead of the .4 calculated by her pump). At 4am she was 115, so I did nothing (besides smile and fall back to sleep). When she woke up at 8:20 am to take on her second day in the soccer tournament she was her favorite number (since it's touted by the meter advertising companies as the "perfect" number): 104.

I love how in this photo, all the characters on her t-shirt seem to be reacting to her number. Dr. Horrible is all GRR ARGH, FOILED AGAIN and Captain Hammer and Penny are all HUZZAH! We decided that Dr. Horrible was playing the part of Diabetes/High Glucose in this instance. Did you know he has a PhD in Horribleness?

After as close to a perfect start as that was, would you like to hear how the rest of our day went? Why not! As we were checking out of our hotel room, John made a last-minute stop in the bathroom, where he discovered the insulin bottle chilling in our recently moistened Frio pack. We almost forgot the insulin again! Lol/yikes!

At the end of the tournament, L's team had won 1 of their 3 games and came in 3rd out of 6 teams in their division. More importantly, the girls had a super fun time. We stopped at Ikea on our way home and after getting our Swedish shop on, I suggested that L check her BG, since who knows what was going on after all that crazy activity from the weekend and sitting in the car for so long. "Uh, I think I'd better check again. It says 512, but that can't be right." And then, "The second check says 514." Ohhhhkay. I guessed that the insulin in her pump was skunky from being in the hot hot heat of the soccer fields for two days straight, so we did what came naturally: a reservoir change in the Ikea parking lot. Good thing we had that extra bottle of insulin along. An hour and a half later we were home and she was down to 180, phew.  /And thus ends the post-script to Saturday's post.

As for the final prompt of Diabetes Blog Week: Let’s end our week on a high note and blog about our “Diabetes Hero”.  It can be anyone you’d like to recognize or admire, someone you know personally or not, someone with diabetes or maybe a Type 3.

Well. Honestly, the first person that popped into my mind was my kid. I mean. Obvs. But I had a conversation with her a while ago in which she told me straight out that she hates when people (well-meaning family members) tell her how brave she is, and how proud they are of how well she deals with diabetes, and oh they're just so proud of what a brave little toaster she is yadda yadda yadda and I'm pretty sure that using the word "hero" to describe her would fall into the same category of making her feel really uneasy. So instead how about this. Here is one definition listed online:

hero (in the homeric period): a warrior-chieftain of special strength, courage, or ability

I gotta say, I think ALL of us who deal with diabetes are, at times, warriors of special strength, courage, or ability. And if I didn't think that before, I definitely do now, after spending the last week reading hundreds of d-blog posts. So thanks to everyone who participated in Diabetes Blog Week for sharing and inspiring. And thanks to all those who read and commented on my posts. But most especially, thanks again to Karen at Bitter~Sweet for bringing the community together to share their every day moments of heroism, large and small, even if they didn't realize that's what they were doing.