how many carbs are in movie theater popcorn? beats me.

Today we were supposed to go to a JDRF event, but C wanted to go to a friend’s birthday party instead.  This was really hard for me.  He’s definitely at an age (and has been for quite some time) that it’s very normal to drop your child off at a party and come pick them up later.  This doesn’t work well with me anymore.  He doesn’t seem to mind (yet), but I still feel bad.  This was even a worse case than you might think.  It had everything working against a drop off.  It started at Chuck E Cheese and then moved to the movie theater.  The parents spoke Spanish and very little English.  I speak English and even less Spanish than they spoke English.  It was tricky, to say the least, to explain why he wasn’t eating the pizza.  I felt like an asshole trying to explain gluten to people who didn’t understand me to begin with.  They were super nice people and I did attempt to have conversations with them though the night, but it was tough.  There was a lot of awkward silence.
Then, C went with them in the car to the theater.  It was so weird to me that I had to call my mom and break the news to her.  What a dork!!
Then we saw the movie (Alice in Wonderland) and here’s where the night really started for me.  C is going to eat a small popcorn at the theater everytime we go no matter what.  I have a very hard time estimating how much popcorn is in their SMALL popcorn.  My latest guess is NINE CUPS.  Small?  Anyways, last time he skyrocketed up to almost 400 afterwards.  BUT, I have to throw that one out because it ended up being a crappy infusion set.  So, tonight I went with  guessing it was 40 grams/carbs.  It’s my starting guess.  I actually thought it was much more, but was not in the mood for him going low at the movies.  Tonight, he dropped the bag.  Which meant I’m holding my fucking phone like a flashlight on the floor trying to guess how many damn cups of popcorn are now on the ground.  It was hard enough to figure out when they were neatly contained in a bag.  Close to impossible to figure out when they’re spread out under the whole row in front of you.  How will I ever KNOW how many carbs are in that bag if this crap keeps happening??  So, C’s sweet friend offers the rest of her bag.  Which is half full.  Not the same amount as on the ground.  I was torn and finally decided (although now I’m not sure how I got to this number) to bolus for another 15 carbs.  And of course I missed the rest of the movie because I’m second guessing myself the whole rest of the time.  I gave him a fun size packet of Pop Rocks for free (no bolus).  They’re only 5 carbs and for some reason I was thinking I gave him too much insulin and wanted to play on the safe side.  After that point, I’m thinking I blew it again and he’ll probably hit the 3hundos on account of my reckless guesstimating.
We got in the car and he tested.  120.
Booyaa!!!!  There might’ve been more thinking going on than I ever wanted to deal with during a movie, but it worked!


learning to deal with curveballs

Last Saturday we went to Supercross.  Every other year that we go there’s a tradition.  C EATS.  Nachos, soda, cotton candy, etc.  This year was new, but the same.  I brought our own gluten-free, carb-countable foods: chips/cheese dip, carrots/ranch, apples/peanut butter, sunflower seeds AND yes, cotton candy.  The kind that comes in a package so you know how many carbs to expect…
I timed it so he’d have time to have insulin twice.  Eat right when we get there and then 2 1/2-3 hours later.  First time, we tested, gave insulin and he had everything but the cotton candy.  I figured I’d check his blood glucose again before the cotton candy and make sure it was still appropriate to give it.  Before that happened, he tells me he’s low.  We pull out the meter to test, give a poke, apply the blood and with that the meter goes blank with a flashing battery symbol.  WHAT?!?  He took his carbs while I went through in my head how to handle not having a meter with us.  I have some serious OCD.  So far it seems to help with the diabetes because I am a freaking perfectionist about it all an double triple quadruple check everything we do.
Preparing to go to Supercross took me about 2 days and I went back over everything I packed about 50 times.  If you leave the stadium, you can’t come back in.  That means I couldn’t leave a cooler with double his supplies in the car.  I had to carry everything we neeeded or might need.  I had two insulin pens, a handful of needle tips, two vials of Lantus, a whole bag of syringes, alcohol swabs up the wazoo, extra jars of test strips.  I HAD two meters.  But one was the one that came with his insulin pump which we hadn’t even started using yet.  It costs $200 to replace.  I unpacked it thinking I’d rather not risk anything happening to it.
So of course, a minute after seeing this battery flashing all I could do was laugh.  How ironic that the one thing I didn’t prepare for happened.  So, we went on with life.  Gave insuling a cotton candy and enjoyed the night.  We got home a little after midnight.  I tested him and it was 238.  Higher than most nights, but not really by much.  I was pretty stoked actually.  This was our first time having something sooo “forbidden” like cotton candy and we did it without knowing what his blood sugar was from earlier with a low thrown in for good measure and we made it back with no problems.
A month ago (and definitely before that) I would’ve given myself a heart attack over this kind of wrench thrown in the spoke.  I was so thankful to have the comfort to laugh at the situation and make due.  Thank God for time healing things!