Long time readers of your soaraway Shoot Up might recall that I started driving lessons in 2009. They might also have noted that announcements of me passing my test were conspicuous by their absence. No, I didn’t fail; I merely took a year long break from lessons for various reasons that are too tedious to go into here.
Yes, yes, I know that still not driving at the age of 33 makes me a social pariah, a tragic loser in life. I recall that someone mildly noteworthy once said that anyone who still uses a bus after the age of 30 is a failure. They might be right but, hey, I can live with some elements of failure in my life. I can take it. Anyway, the LRT 44 is a great service into the centre of the city which I can get from right outside our house! So there, mildly noteworthy person!
Anyway, I’ve just had my second two hour lesson in a fancy new Mini (yes, I know the new Minis are made by BMW, aren’t proper Minis and aren’t as wonderful as the original cars. But I don’t care, it’s a nice car to drive and I like it. If you disagree, take it to the Top Gear forums).
I’m finding driving itself quite fun – I can now reverse around a corner with some degree of confidence – despite the dark nights and pissing rain that I’ve been forced to learn in so far. My new instructor is far more competent than my last one and, hopefully, I might get the practical test passed within a few months (I passed the theory test last year (with only one question wrong!)). Anyway, fingers crossed.
Diabetes-wise, it’s all going reasonably well too. We’ve all heard stories of diabetics having hypos at the wheel and killing themselves or other people. Utilising a degree of understatement, this is Not a Good Thing. I’ve therefore been careful to manage my levels before going out on a lesson.
It is, however, moderately complicated. I’ve been having two hours lessons in the evening, which is when I usually go a little low. I’ve therefore considered putting on a bit of a temporary basal on the pump to keep my levels from drifting down too low. Ah, but then learning to drive can be stressful, which tends to raise my levels. So maybe I need to, actually, put in more insulin? It’s all quite interesting.
It turns out that I don’t really get that stressed and a minor temporary basal works a treat for me. I’ve been checking my BG before and half way through a lesson to see what’s going on and this is helping me spot patterns. I am quite nervous though of being in charge of one tonne of rapidly moving metal while under the influence of diabetes, so it’s something I plan to keep a close eye on in the future.
So the streets of Edinburgh are safe from my diabetes. Whether they are safe from my driving is, however, another question.