Today was a fun family day. This morning Heath and I tried to come with a to-do list. It feels like every Saturday our list is longer than there is day. Not today. The house was pretty clean, including bathrooms. We didn’t have any errands to run. It was a free day.
So we spent a lot of time in the pool. After playing for a long time, Heath grabbed us some Diet Coke and got Otter pops for the kids. We relaxed in the shade and enjoyed our favorite treat. It’s worth noting that I was so concerned about holding my bottle up and out of the water that my other hand holding the lid was in the water. Plus my arms were getting tired of levitating like that. I had to take a break and put the chlorinated lid back on the soda for a bit.
The kids don’t really like being kicked out of the pool. Eventually we had to let them back in! When we allowed them back in we made whirlpools together. That was the best! I was floating on a loungy thingy (technical term) and Parker was pulling me around the circle.
We could have stayed out there forever but it was time to get cleaned up for our anticipated evening of Shakespeare in the Park. The plan was to have a picnic dinner with KFC. We didn’t know how early people arrived for these events and we didn’t know how crowded it would be. It’s like we’ve lived here for years and have never done any of the park activities.
KFC was a little disappointing. First of all, it’s chicken. I hate chicken. My expensive taste in fashion, décor, and everything else also extends to food. Granted I don’t have the patience for cooking beyond warming things in the oven and microwaving. I’m lazy. But I hate chicken and fish.
Recently we watched a show about the origin of words and phrases. Do you know why cow meat is called beef or pig meat is pork? It’s because back in the day the elite royals or other some such stuck up snobs only ate nice food. To make the food even nicer the meat was referred to by its French name. Boeuf means cow and porc means pig. Over time these words were slurred to beef and pork. So much so that I can’t seem to find any online evidence that boeuf means cow. At best it means beef in French. But according to that show this is the history of those words. Chicken and fish were meat for commoners and didn’t have any fancy names.
My expensive taste does not stem from cost. Given a lineup of items I will pick my favorite. It turns out my favorite is always the most expensive. Whether I know the price or not, I will inevitably pick the expensive one. Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah – KFC. I hate chicken!
Well the girl screwed up my order. She understood what everyone else wanted. Did I stutter or do I speak a foreign language somehow? I don’t know. But when I asked for the 10 piece chicken bites she somehow misunderstood the entire thing. She kept asking me what size I wanted. What? Then she said that the potato wedges, which I said I wanted as my side, come in a box. So what size did I want? Again, what? I chose large. Then she asked what size of drink I wanted. She didn’t ask anyone else that question. I said large. More soda for me!
It was a good thing I ordered large. That was my dinner. A box of potato wedges and a large Diet Pepsi. Everyone else had chicken and mashed potatoes with biscuits and drinks and anything else under the sun. I had potato wedges. I like potato wedges … but come on! Heath kept apologizing that she was an idiot. We of course didn’t realize until we were at the park sitting on blankets in the blazing sun. Not much we could do about it then. Oh well.
Luckily I don’t really like chicken. I tolerate popcorn chicken (no longer on the menu) and would have tolerated chicken bites that look very much like chicken nuggets. But I didn’t have any. Heath would have shared his chicken with me but his chicken was still on the bone. Gag! There is nothing worse than bloody ligaments and chicken gristle on bones crisped up so it seems tasty.
So I sat there with my back to the sun inferno eating my very sad dinner. Halfway through the box I was full and bored. The kids were nuts because despite all my explanations of what to expect from a play in the park, they didn’t listen. They were bored and hot and couldn’t see. We kept telling them there was nothing to see anyway. We got there very early in case it was crowded. We would figure out seeing the stage later.
Finally the green show was ready to start. There seemed to be a lot of child staff running around recruiting followers for the green show. Of course the green show wouldn’t be shown on stage! We sent the kids to the green show. It was on the grass near the picnic tables by the playground. Not too far from where we were.
I have to admit, I wished we were in Cedar City. Those plays are put on by the Shakespearean Festival professional actors. There are green shows on the Southern Utah University lawns. The plays are put on in the Theater in the Round. Stadium seating inside a giant open top gazebo. The sun doesn’t crisp families already sunburned from their afternoon in the pool who remembered bug spray but not sunscreen! Who am I to complain though? Shakespearean Festival tickets are expensive while tonight’s Shakespeare in the Park was free.
You get what you paid for though. We had blankets on a spot of lawn in the middle of camping chairs. Once those chairs’ occupants showed up it was going to be really hard to see. It didn’t matter though. We had to leave early because of me.
I decided it wasn’t worth swearing about so I chose to tear up instead. I was so mad at myself. It’s not often that I really hate being diabetic. Today was one of those days. After eating all those potato wedges I figured I better give myself some insulin. Big mistake. I bolused six units knowing I was way underbolusing for potatoes. Not long after that I started feeling like my blood sugar was dropping low. I tested and saw I was 84. Crap on a cracker! I had six units of active insulin sitting in my body. No amount of suspending my insulin pump was going to call back those units.
My pump had to be suspended and I needed to eat. Only the rest of my “dinner” was in a trash can. The best I could do was eat the last six glucose tabs I had in my purse. There were also fruit snacks and granola bars in my purse but I couldn’t see this working for the next two to three hours. I know me. I can stress my blood sugar low. Being low in public really bothers me and I panic. Low blood sugar already comes with symptoms that feel like panic anyway. Shaky, sweaty, I need to eat everything or I will die kind of feelings.
Heath left it up to me to decide what to do. He knows me and knows we were better off leaving. We folded up our blankets while the kids were busy watching the green show. Then we walked over to the green show and waited for it to be finished. Gwen was disappointed to leave but the boys couldn’t care less either way. We stopped off at McDonald’s for some ice cream.
Of course I was feeling better by the time we parked. I turned my pump back on and ordered an Oreo McFlurry. I didn’t bolus for it. When I started eating my ice cream I was starting to feel shaky again. Maybe it was just me trying to make myself feel better for leaving. The play is going on for the next couple weekends so we can try again. We will sit further back where there is a bit of a hill. And we will have camping chairs for everyone.
I’m still so mad at myself for forgetting that the sun zaps my blood sugar. I don’t know how that works or why. But being in the sun almost always drops me on my head blood sugar-wise. The first time I noticed that strange phenomenon was when my dad took me to the last Oingo Boingo concert at Wolf Mountain. From the car to the end of the parking lot, my blood sugar dropped fast. He bought me juice. By the time we climbed the small hill and set down our blanket I was low again. He bought me another expensive cup of juice. I felt horrible about the price but it had to be done.
You would think I could remember how the sun affects me. I can be suspended from my pump for hours doing nothing but floating in a pool. No affect on my blood sugar. I should have known not to bolus for dinner.
The kids enjoyed their ice cream and playing at the playground. I thanked Heath for the ice cream and for being so easy going. Because I’m not. That’s one of the many reasons why we work so well together. Opposites attract I guess.