Last Thursday was opening night for Godspell.

Our church has never done a musical before so being a part of it was special. I auditioned back in February and was hoping to get the John the Baptist role. In fact, I had been practicing that characters parts months before auditions.

My pastor (and director) felt that I should have another part. The lead. Jesus.

I was not excited at first. In fact, I was quite nervous and thought that I should be the LAST person to play Jesus. I am definitely not worthy but my pastor saw something I didn’t.

The performances were great. We had many people come to see one of the 4 performances and I know several people who came back and saw it again because they loved it so much. It was a fulfilling experience and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

One of my fears of doing this show is that the cast is on stage through the entire show which means no time to check BG’s. I had to make it to intermission each night with, hopefully, no diabetes issues before I could check.

And surprisingly enough I made it through each show without any problem diabetes wise.

But, Friday before the show is a different story.

On Friday I was at work thinking about how well opening night had gone and trying to keep up with the stuff I needed to get done. It was 2:00 PM and my pump beeped to remind me to check my blood glucose level. When I did it read 467!

Ouch!

I remembered that my reservoir had been low and sitting in front of me on my desk was a bottle of insulin, infusion set, and reservoir just waiting for me. When I checked my pump I realized that it was empty but I had no clue how long. I went to the bathroom, changed my set and came back to test.

503.

Shoot! I bolused to correct for the high and waited. My head started to hurt and my mouth was dry. And the panic set in.

I didn’t have an understudy? What if my BG won’t come down? What am I going to do.

I checked again.

“High BG.”

I was over 600 and felt like my head was a bowling ball. I rested on my arms at my desk. My stomach started to hurt. All I could think was “please don’t throw up!” I drank water. I tested. Still High. I was even more worried. I pulled out a syringe and took a shot.

Finally I saw a number. 558.

I told everyone I was going home to rest and left. By the time I got home I was in the low 400’s and was in the high 200’s by the start of the show. I was tired, warn out, and a little foggy but as the saying goes…

The show must go on!