Being a full time pancreas really doesn’t pay well, so I’m forced to also have a day job, alongside my diabetes hobby.
On a typical working day there isn’t anything of great diabetic interest going on, beyond the humdrum normality of test, bolus, repeat.
Last week was marginally more exciting in that I was running a big event in London for some of our senior managers. I do it a couple of times a year and it’s interesting, but a bit stressful. I’m considering applying for danger money to compensate me for the number of highs and lows it caused.
Tuesday – final day of preparation for the event. Mild panic all around because no one seems capable of hitting a deadline, everyone wants to change their presentations at the last minute and we suddenly have to video conference in one of our main speakers from Spain due to problems with flights. Blood sugar – low teens all day until 9.30pm when I realise that I haven’t eaten since 11am and it appears sometimes you need a bit more than stress to keep your blood sugars up.
Wednesday – crack of dawn – the big day looms. I wake up as a 10 because I wasn’t brave enough to gamble that the stress would keep me high through the night. Pre-CGM I was a complete wimp when staying alone in hotel rooms and would run slightly high to avoid my nightmare scenario of waking up to find the cleaner and a paramedic hovering over me having broken into my room after I failed to show at a meeting. I’m positively plucky nowadays with my trusty CGM to keep me safe, but even so I don’t like to play Russian roulette with bolusing for stress when I’ve got a big day ahead of me.
Wednesday morning – I spend the whole morning hovering around the 9 mark. That’ll do me for now.
Wednesday early afternoon – things are in full swing and are going well. The adrenaline is starting to subside. I’m watching our chief exec doing his bit on the podium when I realise I can see two of him. I know I only invited him once. Cue crashing low as the adrenaline related highs subside and an afternoon of grazing follows to keep me off the floor. I either need to learn to stay stressed throughout an event, or maybe reduce my basal a couple of hours in.
Thursday – day two, everything is running smoothly. I have a slot on the agenda this morning which is something I quite enjoy, although if I’m honest, I get far more pleasure speaking at conferences about diabetes than for work. Either way, I enjoy my spot on centre stage. I’m always a little nervous of going hypo mid presentation as I can ramble for England when hypo and it takes me ages to realise I’m spouting more rubbish than normal. Thankfully, the adrenaline surge just before taking to the stage normally counteracts that. I learned the hard way during the first presentation I did when wearing my CGM – 15 minutes into a half hour slot the CGM started alarming to tell me I was high. Thankfully it was at a diabetes event, so it made an interesting addition to the presentation. Now I always silence my high alarms when I’m presenting. It’s one less thing to worry about.
Thursday evening – it’s all over and done with. A great event, I’m a 6, there have been no significant pancreas traumas and I saw a woman on the tube with a pump which always makes me smile. Result!
Does the playing at being a pancreas business ever make your job harder than it needs to be?