We’re just back from a fantastic fortnight sailing around the beautiful Aegean Sea. We were around the islands where Mamma Mia was filmed so the poor husband is still recovering from being tunelessly serenaded with Abba tunes most days by yours truly! Reading through the comments it looks like Tim’s had plenty of company while I’ve been away but I know that you must have been waiting impatiently for me to answer the questions I posed before I went away.
The wait is over, here we go.
- Disappointingly Greek beer has a greater impact on blood sugars than Croatian beer. I don’t know what the Croatians do to their beer to make it so diabetes friendly but I needed about a unit a glass to cope with the Greek stuff.
- I’m proud (and slightly surprised) to say there was no full on diabetes tantrum prior to departure, but I did allow myself the luxury of a little diabetes grumble whilst packing the seven tonnes of junk needed for a fortnight’s diabetes care.
- And the answer you’ve all been waiting for, how many pump related sailing injuries did I endure? Drum roll please…just the one bruised knee from catching the pump on the rope that hoists the main sail and one infusion set ripped out whilst mooring one evening. Other injuries included a bit of a rash on my back from using extra strong sticking plaster to keep my sensor attached amidst salt water, sweat and sun block and a nasty bruised toe from a slight collision with the anchor. Other than that, I’m remarkably unscathed.
The pump provided hours of entertainment when people spotted it clipped to my bikini. Guesses as to what it was ranged from a personal GPS system so that I could be located if I fell overboard to a camera; a compass; a portable VHF radio and a pedometer! I almost felt like I was disappointing them when I told them it was a boring old insulin pump.