Monday nights are great for me.
I do a little bit of karate, then go play basketball for about an hour and a half.
I wore my heart rate monitor during basketball tonight. We usually play full court, but we were short on guys tonight and just played half-court 3 on 3. Would you believe I still burned about 2000 calories in 1.5 hours?!?!?!!! Incredible.
My blood sugar is touchy during exercise, sometimes going up (yes, I know, very strange – I have a theory I’ll post on later), sometimes going down. Well, tonight was a down night, so I crammed some cookies down, had some pop (mmm, picture that rolling around your belly while running around…), and took my pump off.
Had a fun night, but after all of our gas tanks ran empty, we decided to call it a night. Now I usually have a big gym bag full of karate stuff and basketball stuff. My clothes & jacket get tossed on top, and things are generally a real big mess there. You know, a big pile of Scott’s stuff that sits there until it’s time to go, and I gather it all together and head out.
So I get all my stuff together, say my goodbye, and start heading to the door. One of the guys says, “Hey Scott – is this yours?” I turn around and look, and there is my pump, in its elastic waistband, sitting on the floor all lonely-like.
Wow – good thing he saw it!!! I was a little disturbed that I almost forgot this thing that has been, like, literally connected to me for many years. It was just a bit weird.
Then I started to wonder, what the heck would the person who found it do with it? I mean, I’m sure it would not take too long for an intelligent being to determine it was some important medical device – heck, they might even know it’s an insulin pump! But what do you do with something like that? Dump it in the lost and found bin?
Anyway, maybe I should think about labeling it somehow. There is that StuffBak site that seems like a good idea, that is unless some internet-illiterate person finds it (though I think there is a phone number, too?)…
It was just kind of weird to me to almost leave without my insulin pump, of all things.
