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This was a case of a disappearing post - this was posted here on Friday and seems to have disappeared as of today... Sorry!
Every year, our hospital competes against the other hospitals in our system to raise funds for the American Heart Association and our heart walk team. That means that throughout the spring and summer, there are bake sales, lots and lots of bake sales in our lobby area. I walk past those tables, full of such yummy treats, and always feel the urge to eat every single snack I can grab up. Mostly I ignore though, go on my merry way, head to the cafe for a diet soda and a banana.
Friday, walking past they had a pile of white frosted gluten free strawberry cookies. They looked so good - all pink and dripping with sweet. I eyed them up on my way to the cafe where I grabbed that diet soda and nothing else. Those cookies were really calling to me.
I should also say that my endocrinologist is also a practicing doc here at the hospital. He has practice rights here, so I see him now and again in my travels. It has also been fantastic when I've need hospitalization, because he's teamed with the other providers of orthopedic surgery or flu caretakers to ensure that my diabetes is seamlessly integrated in my overall treatment plan. One more thing. He's a type 1 diabetic on an insulin pump.
Back to the cookies... I stopped at the table, doing the math in my head... You know the math. They had bags of three cookies. I guessed 150 calories per cookie (they were on the small side), including the frosting and maybe 30 grams of carbs. For a total of 90 grams of carbohydrate, making the total cookie dose, should my bloodsugar be perfectly in-range, 10 units of insulin for that time of day. That's a full one third of my typical daily dose. Yikes... Was it worth the bolus? Bolus worthy? Could I eat less than the full batch of cookies? Yeah, probably not...
As I debated the little math whiz in my head, I heard a familiar voice. "Oh, these look good, and everyone needs a treat once in a while, right?"
I turned to see my doc to my right. "Oh, hey," I said, "How are you?"
"I'm great," he responded showing me the chocolately cupcakes he had just purchased, "how are you?"
"Debating the cookies," I said, as I did HIS bolus math in my head... Maybe 12 units if his dosing is similar to mine, if he eats both cupcakes
"Everyone needs a treat once in a while." He repeated.
"You know what? You're right." I said, handing over a dollar for the cookies.
"Well, have a great day," I said.
"You too! And enjoy the cookies..."
And well, you can be damned sure I did.
I sometimes heart bake sales.
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)