Last weekend I met up with two old school friends in the party capital of Europe, uhm, Brussels. While it may have a reputation for bureaucracy and dreary boringness, Brussels does actually have a great night-life, so soon after arriving we went out to hit the pubs and bars of the capital of the EU. Woo!
After sampling some (by “some”, I mean “quite a lot of”) cherry wine in a bar that used to be brothel, we headed off to Les Halles Saint-Gery and the famous club night “Stop Suffering and Start Dancing” which was being held in large, sweaty, crowded, smoky nightclub. As always when clubbing I had the issue of what to do with my insulin while I partied like it was 1999.
As I’ve mentioned before I carry all my diabetic kit around in one of a variety of funky man-bags. But the problem is you can’t check said bag into the cloakroom as you’ll inevitably need to test your blood glucose or inject at some point between arriving at midnight and leaving at 4am. So the only obvious solution was to head onto the dance floor, bag in tow.
So if you happened to be at Les Halles Saint-Gery last Saturday night and some git in the very centre of the dance floor, who danced like some sort of escaped lunatic kept bashing you with a brown leather Visconti bag then I can only apologise profusely. I’m sorry, I really am, but I had no other choice.
While dancing like a loon I was inevitably burning off calories (and producing my own bodyweight in sweat – yum!) leading to the obvious risk and tedium of sorting out a hypo. So I duly checked my BG (the strip light on the Freestyle Lite proved very useful for testing in a club that was seemingly only lit with flashing strobes). I was pleased to see that appeared to have created a perfect equilibrium between the energy I was using up and the carbs in the beer I was glugging down all night.
Who would have thought it? A bottle of Satan beer (yes, it is called that. If you can find it, try it as it’s very nice. Though at 8% it is rather strong…) every hour perfectly balances an hour of dancing like a maniac.
That beer can be put to this use is, I think, a very important discovery. So I will be applying to Diabetes UK for funding to conduct a great deal of further research. Naturally we will need plentiful supplies of beer and night clubs with good music. Any diabetic volunteers want to help out?
* It’s worth noting that my friend Dave, mentioned above, is the person who came up with the name of this blog and, indeed, the very tasteful sub-title. For this he deserves credit. It’s also worth noting that my other friend Mat has contributed nothing.