First of all, you should know that I went skiing in Mammoth this year, for the first time since my diagnosis. And it was awesome. I also realize that it's a little bit late for a skiing post, but I know there's still snow somewhere.
The first thing I did for the trip was pack. And shop. (In my opinion that's one of the beat parts :P) I had THE HARDEST time finding pants to go with my brown ski jacket, but that is a whole nother story.
I have to say, diabetes takes up a *boat* load of space! I had to get EVERYTHING for the week: strips, lancets, insulin, sites, cartridges, meters, batteries, alcohol wipes, the goods. But its a good thing I did get all of this, because I needed a lot to keep my blood sugars decent.
The altitude and excercise made my blood sugars run low, and for the first three days, I was constantly munching tabs and candy. On the third day, my blood sugar ran high (200s all day) and the fourth day as well, before everything calmed down.
|It is so. Pretty. Ignore the signs.|
I was expecting diabetes to be a little more intrusive, but really it wasn't a big deal. I tested a couple times, adjusted insulin or grapped some sugar, and kept skiing. Although I learned it's not a great idea to test your blood sugars ON a chair lift in the wind... All my alcohol wipes and used test strips rained onto the slopes under me. (Although personally I imagine them landing on a fellow PWD's head. Then the person would be like, "hey, not my test strip for a change... ")