Well now, how’s this for a great start to a great year: I figured out the carb count on last night’s birthday ice cream cake to perfection AND I figured out the carb count for this morning’s breakfast waffles, which I have struggled with since getting the pump six months ago – and I love waffles!
Exactly one year ago, on my birthday, Mario and I were touring Barcelona, checking out the so-called “world’s largest aquarium,” which was a bit of a letdown (but honestly, I haven’t found an aquarium that can stack up against Vancouver’s aquarium, which, in a word, is amazing) and getting swarmed by butterflies in Montjuic, and drooling over the footprint of Rafael Nadal … ok maybe that was just me 🙂
This year’s birthday was a bit more low-key (you can’t go to Barcelona every year!) but it was amazing nonetheless. The phone started ringing at 8:30 a.m. with happy birthday wishes, which I loved. A box of chocolates, before breakfast, called out to me “Eat Me! Eat Me!” so I did – Hey! It’s my birthday! And my dear husband surprised me with one of the most amazing gifts EVER: a trip to visit my Auntie Elsie and Uncle Herb in Edmonton in July. When I was a kid, probably about four or five years old, my Uncle Herb (who’s now 92, but still so sharp) told me he was gonna take me home with him, and I was so enamored by him that I actually went upstairs and packed my suitcase and was ready to go! I seriously can’t believe that Mario was able to keep it a secret … especially after conspiring with my moms, who can’t keep a secret for the life of her! We’re also going to be visiting with my cousins, who I rarely get to see, and there may even be a Bon Jovi concert in the outdoor Commonwealth Stadium on the itinerary! Now that’s a good husband 😉
We went out for dinner to The Boathouse in Port Moody, which got off to a bumpy start. Mario made reservations for 6:30, but they didn’t seat us until 6:45, which annoyed me. I mean, what’s the point in making reservations, if they’re not gonna have them ready. And then when they finally did seat us, they put us in the loudest, most traffic-laden spot in the entire restaurant, without a view of Rocky Point, in a booth – a booth! – when we’re all dressed to the nines. So my teeth are a little clenched by this point, and I was ready to say something, which rarely ever happens, but I knew we’d be spending a good amount of coin in this restaurant, and I felt we deserved to be treated a heck of a lot better – and it was my birthday dammit! So when the floor manager came up to the table, I asked if we could be moved, and I guess my tone probably wasn’t the most friendly tone, but hey they found us a table, so it worked out. AND they took care of the 1/2 litre of wine we got AND they gave me a sparkling birthday cake!
We left smiling 😀
However, about three quarters of the way through dinner, I felt this vibrating sensation against my inner thigh, where my pump was located in the Thigh Thingy. So I’m trying to see what’s going on – under the table! – but I can’t make out what the glowing words are saying through the black mesh. So finally, Mario suggests I go to the washroom (he’s kind of brilliant like that 🙂 … or maybe he was just really embarrassed with me pulling up my dress) In the washroom I discovered that something malfunctioned with the pump while the insulin was being distributed. I’m not sure if it was a satellite issue from the glucometre to the pump, or if my leg rubbed against the pump and accidentally pressed a button, which will stop the insulin distribution process. Regardless, I was short two units of insulin – ack!
By the time we got home I was pretty stuffed, and was seriously reconsidering whether I could down a slice of ice cream cake or not – I KNOW! But Mario wouldn’t hear a thing of it. “You can’t NOT have ice cream cake on your birthday,” he said. I agreed.
Because it was a small slice (small for me) I bolused for about 30 carbs, and it was perfect. My blood sugars were 5.6 when I went to bed and 5.4 when I woke up. And for the waffles this morning, which are about 8X8 inches, I bolused for 65 carbs, and my blood sugars went up to 7.2 an hour after, but back down to 5.8 by lunchtime. Perfection!
You look so skinny in your “running” picture. Look at you go! Glad you had an excellent birthday, and I love your blog 🙂
Glad you had such a nice day, Katie! Fancy dinner- once you got the table situation under control, a trip to visit your fam… pretty fabulous.