"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.
It can be a little difficult to plan meals while traveling, especially in an RV when the kitchen is small and the fridge is even smaller. I've done pretty well since we left on Sunday in terms of managing my sugar. I've gone low a couple times, but it was mostly toward the beginning of the trip.
We're having such a fun time just basically doing nothing. This morning while we were considering taking a "hike" (as much as you can "hike" with a three year old) I was glad I had remembered to bring a fanny pack so I could bring a meter and emergency low treatments without loading my pockets. (We never made it on the hike mainly because The Mr. and I were having so much fun sitting outside and enjoying the weather.)
And The Mr. seems to have taken more interest in my bolusing habits than usual. Which is nice. (At dinner tonight while I was surveying the table at the retro cafe on Route 66 we went to and entering carbs into Toohey, The Mr. asked if I had remembered to include the ice cream we just ordered.)
Interestingly I have forgotten several times to bolus for a meal since being in the RV. This is not a habit that I typically have and has resulted in conversations like this:
Me: Damn! I forgot to bolus for lunch
The Mr.: And that makes you...?
Me: High. Crap.
More news from the RV in subsequent posts. (We started in Sedona, Ariz.; then moved to Flagstaff, Ariz., on a whim because Sedona was too hot and several other reasons; then landed in Williams, Ariz., which is on Route 66 and is considered the gateway to the Grand Canyon.
