I'm currently still on vacation in San Francisco, taking advantage of the free WiFi in the air-conditioned comfort of the Metreon. It may just be the result of dragging my luggage around SF on Muni and Bart between a friend's house and my brother's office, but the Bay Area natural air-con doesn't seem to be going at full strength today! This is just one of several stories I have to share from my trip.And thanks for all the advice about Cheesecake Factory. I haven't risked a re-run yet, but there is always tonight...
Last week we had a pretty full day planned up at Fisherman's Wharf. We'd taken advantage of the San Francisco City Pass which included both a Bay Cruise with Blue and Gold Fleet and a ticket to the Aquarium of the Bay. I had booked us tickets on an evening tour to Alcatraz and also hoped to fit in some time at the awesome Musee Mechanique and a meal to showcase the madness of Bubba Gump to R. An exciting day, but the kind of tightly planned schedule that just doesn't leave room for things going wrong. Certainly doesn't benefit from the invitation of diabetes t spoil the fun.
We started out with a delicious pancake breakfast and, for me, a pretty hefty bolus to cover all that syrup:
Next up we took the F-Line streetcar round to Pier 39 and started out our day with the Bay Cruise, sailing right out beneath the Golden Gate Bridge and around Alcatraz Island
I could have sworn to you that at some point on that cruise I checked my blood sugar and it seemed to have come down nicely from breakfast. I'd have bet against a dunking in the freezing water of the bay that I did it.
Back on dry land, we took a look around some of the shops and other tourist tat on Pier 39 before heading into the Aquarium where we enjoyed tunnels through the tanks, starfish and jellyfish and sea anemones:
During our time in the Aquarium, I rummaged through my backpack several times, searching for tissues, my phone and money, but I thought I was careful not to let anything drop out the pen bag.
It was shortly afterward, as we were waiting for our table at Bubba Gump for a very late lunch (to fit in with a schedule of late dinner post-Alcatraz visit) that my CGM alerted me that it needed a calibration within two hours. As I checked the screen I noticed a double down arrow indicating a fast fall. No problem, we'd be eating fairly soon but I'd just do a fingerstick to check...
I looked everywhere. I emptied every pocket in my backpack, piling everything up on the bench beside me and growing ever more frantic as the search yielded no test kit.
Damn.
I needed the test kit then. I needed to check I wasn't already low. I needed to calibrate my CGM well before we would get back to the hotel. We wanted to eat, and as R pointed out, Bubba Gump's isn't the kind of food you can tackle without means to know accurately what your blood sugar is.
I wanted to wing it, rely on the CGM and keep going. We were on the wrong side of town to go back and pick up my spare kit. I didn't want to ruin the day, but deep down I knew that the day would be ruined anyway if I couldn't stop worrying what level I was at or if I purposefully tried to run high to avoid a low - I'd feel awful.
It was only then that I turned to R and started to cry.
"I just can't believe I've lost it." I said, as it hit me that this is the little Freestyle Flash that got in pre-launch trial in the UK some three or four years ago and that I've used ever since. My blue Multiclix, a present from a friend and very much preferable to the white version sold in the UK, was in that kit. And all my data. All the numbers from the trip so far that told me how well I'd been working out the time zone change and the pancake breakfasts.
"I'm being pathetic" I sobbed, "but I was really kind of attached to that meter, and I know I tested on the boat earlier. I could have lost it anywhere." I imagined my little kit falling off the side of the boat and swimming to the bottom of the bay or being swept out into the Pacific.
"You're not being pathetic" R said , giving me hug. "I totally understand. Let's go and see if we can find it."
We went back the Aqarium, who were very helpful, even checking the restrooms that were closed for cleaning, but no sign. Next we tried Blue and Gold, who were much less helpful and as we got redirected from person to person, I gave up.
"Come on"I said. "Let's just jump in a cab. This isn't helping and I need a meter now."
A speedy cab ride later we were back at the hotel.
And there, nestling in the bottom of the small black bag I'd taken out to breakfast, was my precious kit. It seems I'd imagined testing on board the boat earlier, which perhaps proves that it is possible to take a least a little vacation from concentrating on diabetes.
And all's well that ends well.
We got back to Fisherman's Wharf, via Cable Car, too late to fit in Bubba Gump ahead of Alcatraz. But Alcatraz was awesome, and afterwards we enjoyed a sunset view from the window with our Bubba Gump Shrimp.
I've been keeping a much closer eye on that little black kit for the remainder of our vacation. I won't be leaving it behind again.
