This morning I told my wife that I wasn’t sure what to blog about this week. She then asked me what it was I was thinking about writing on. I said self-pity. I then said, before she had time to comment on my topic of choice, that I was going to approach the self-pity part from the point of view that I rarely, if ever, engage in it when it comes to my diabetes. Instead, I was going to approach it from, well… how it is I try (and often succeed in) turning on its head my initial inclination — which I feel often — to whine or grouse about the mundane, quotidian care required for my self-management, and instead, when the desire to play the woe-is-me diabetes card strikes, to do just the opposite.
Well, I have lots to write about regarding the feeling-sorry-for-myself (or not feeling sorry for myself) thing with my chronic illness. And, as I so often do in my blog entries, I planned to tease this topic out by beginning with my need to be pity-party planner extraordinaire, then shift directions and move on to how it is that the self-pity does nothing for me. Nothing.
But maybe next week on the self-pity? Maybe in the coming months?
Because halfway now into this week’s blog entry, I bring up Kathryn’s suggestion on what to write about: my diabetes prep for our pending vacation.
My knee-jerk response to her suggestion was that I hadn’t really planned at all for dealing with my diabetes. I hadn’t planned. Oh, sure, I always intended to deal, as I normally deal. But what I hadn’t done was give much thought to the fact that I’d be hours from home in a location I’ve never been before. And shouldn’t I do some Web searches for what’s nearby? Shouldn’t I make a list of the supplies I should throw in the suitcase, the meds I’ll take, and the means to get various items from Point A to Point B in a safe manner?
See, we’re still a few days away from leaving, and even though I’ve not sat down and made that list, well… do you really think I’d go off on a week’s vacation to a cabin in a forest on the other side of the state and not plan for the diabetic contingencies?
As much as I’d like to escape the disease while en vacance, the responsible, adult me will no doubt give over some time in the next few days to thinking about all it is I need to bring along for the regular day-to-day, as well as what I should have on hand in case one of those unforseens were to happen. Maybe I do have a slight case of diabetic myopia because last year we flew to Antigua in the West Indies for a week’s vacation. That was a case not of overprep, but of highly aware prep for travel with diabetes.
This year, however, I’m slightly more cool (at least when it comes to packing the insulin). I believe this is a good thing. And thus, driving three hours west for a week doesn’t seem too anxiety producing.
Any stories out there from you guys about failing to plan adequately for travel? Any anecdotes of “this got me and I totally didn’t see it coming” or “this happened, and you, Eric, should learn from my rather humbling and not-so-smart experience”? Do I need to be more aware of the pitfalls of hubris when it comes to diabetes travel prep?