Thanks to En Vogue for those lyrics. We got back from vacation late Friday night but I'm still feeling my way back to my "new normal".

10 days in New Mexico in a travel trailer with kids (ages 4 & 1) - it went really well!  Yes, that's shock you see in my punctuation!  We went places and saw people and ran, ran, ran.  The weather was beautiful, highs hovering around 80.  They have gotten a lot of rain and some Dolly-effect flooding this summer, so it was quite lush by New Mexico standards.

Unfortunately, I didn't replace my workouts as I had hoped I would.  Read that as "hoped, but didn't make definite plans for ahead of time." I need to remember that for the future.  On the plus side, I was much more active than usual.

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I can remember the time when I had my worst low blood sugar. As diabetics, we all have a "hypoglycemia story". Some instances stand out more than others. Some of us can't recall our bad moments because we were probably passed out from being so low. I can actually say, proudly I might add, that I have never once lost consciousness in all my 13 years of living with this "AWESOME" (sarcasm) disease. I have never actually had to use the infamous glucagon kit. However, that's not to say that I haven't had some darn scary times. (READ MORE)

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While in Mexico, my previous pleasant numbers took a turn for the worst. My averages jumped from 130 to 170. Despite proactive measures and many reactive measures, I could not seem to control any of my blood sugars.

My blood sugars ran fine the first two days. I actually ended up low for the majority of the time, so I lowered my basal. We were walking all over the city, in the heat for extended periods of time, and eating at unusual times (11 pm for dinner).

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"So what should we take with us in the RV," I asked No. 3 as I drove her to the sitter one day last week.

"Um, cereawl and hot dogs and... um... oh! your blood sugar."

"Yes, my blood sugar supplies," I said almost as if I had forgotten.

"And skeetles and juice for you," she said.

"Yes, in case I go low. You're right." Such a good caregiver.

I forgot so many things packing for the RV trip, but insulin, pump supplies, test strips and alcohol swabs were not one of them. I was surprised, actually.

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The Other Half and I are spending the next week in Virginia Beach with his family. On Saturday, his old high school will be celebrating its 50-year anniversary, including a reunion for anyone who graduated from there before it moved to a new building. We drove down this past Saturday and will be driving up the Monday after the reunion, giving us a ten day period during a time of year when we aren't pressed to "make the rounds" from dawn to dusk, and two entire Sundays -- making it possible for me to join a local cycling shop for its weekly ride.

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Sad to say, I've not had the bicycle out since Sunday morning. A combination of parental schedules, the Tour de France, rush hour traffic, and a heat wave have conspired to keep me indoors for most of this week. Now, this year's Tour de France has been about as predictable as an adolescent Type 1 girl's blood glucose levels are around menarche -- many favorites crashed out early; the second and third race leaders hung onto their leads far longer (and through more difficult terrain) than expected; expected attacks were never launched (while others were launched at unexpected times), and the French press has been having a field day (or ten) with the first potential French winner in more years than they'd care to count.

So much for "why watch, when I could be doing?".

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