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While my pancreas is woefully unemployed, I did find one at the AADE conference that had a job.

Pancreas, me, N, and Muscle

Only at a diabetes conference would there be a Pancreas and Muscle Tissue wandering around for photo opportunities as though they were Mickey and Minnie Mouse. 

Freestyle Butterflies were working at the booth across from dLife's - I sincerely hope they were paid handsomely for their time. 

"So can I have my picture taken with you guys?"

ButterflyOne adjusted her wings and tucked her ponytail back into her hood.

"Of course."

Freestyle Butterflies.  And me.

That night, a few of my co-workers and I shuttled down to a St. Louis jazz bar and saw Kim Massie - quite possibly one of the most talented singers I have ever stumbled upon.  Her voice grabbed my sternum and reverberated in my soul.  (Yes, she was that good.)  The bar was perfect, in that in the middle of nowhere, picnic table sort of way.  Empty beer bottles stuffed with white Christmas lights offered ambiance.

Beer Lights.

And the plane home.  This was my only messy moment.

We ended up switching flights to grab an earlier plane, so our dLife team was scattered all over the plane.  I was more towards the back, sitting in a row completely by myself.  Conveniently enough, my anxiety and nervousness threw me into a neat little low blood sugar, leaving me alone in my seat at 52 mg/dl and stuffing glucose tabs into my mouth.  Tears of panic caught at the corner of my eye.

A young stewardess, recognizing my symptoms, leaned in and handed me an orange juice.  I thanked her wordlessly.

Drinking my juice and waiting for the plane to take off, I wiped my low-induced tears from my eyes and clenched my hands nervously in my lap.  The xanax pills started taking their effect, making me a little looped.

"Excuse me?"  A man sat in the outermost seat of the trio as I remained nervously mushed against the window.  "You seem a little nervous.  It's going to be just fine.  I'm a pilot."

My brain couldn't register.

"You're the pilot?  You need to be flying the plane!"  (Thank you, Xanax, for making my brain melt at the most inopportune moment.)

He laughed.  "It's going to be fine.  You don't like to fly?"

"Not particularly."  Sniffle.  (My goodness, I'm a baby.)

"Well this is a short flight to NYC, so we'll be there in no time."

The plane and my blood sugar rose in unison.  My panic subsided once we were in the air and I caught this view from my window. 

Beautiful view from the plane.
Maybe flying isn't so bad afterall.

Comments

We're glad you're home safe and sound. Those beer bottle lights are a hoot.

Everytime I get on the plane, I am the same exact way. It gets easier everytime I fly though. I get really scared when I get a low on a plane though. But once you see that beautiful scenario out the window, it is all worth it.

My absolute favorite part of flying is emerging from the clouds and seeing the sun setting or rising - it's breathtaking. If you've never flown or keep the shade down it's like the scene in the third Matrix.

I have to admit, the picture is cute, but those are some of the creepiest costumes I think I've seen in awhile. Tell me the pancreas was at least producing free insulin. I'm tired of the slacking off!

Glad you survived the plane, and your home safe.

What great pictures! You and your friend are adorable!! It looks like you at least had some fun while you were working! :)

I have the sudden desire to be a pancreas when I grow up.... LOL. Looks like you had fun AND survived the plane ride! Sounds like a good trip to me.

You're the only person I know to have had her picture taken with a pancreas. That is a first.

Those beer bottle lights are too cool. I'd totally swipe that idea if I owned a bar.

I'm glad you made it home in one piece and relatively sane.

Diabetes certainly teaches us again and again how to better face our fears, and live through them and in spite of them. I'm glad you made it through your nervousness, and learned to take help from where you can get it (Xanax, the flight attendant). Diabetes has taught me many things, and facing my fears and being humble enough to ask for help are the top two.

I'm impressed the flight attendant recognized your symptoms. I've never had anyone do that, though there were times I wish they would. Did she know the plane was full of D-Lifers and diabetics?

That is hilarious about the pancreas and muscle tissue costumes. :^) The pancreas is so creative with her posing with flair for the camera. She knows how to work it with her pancreas costume. LOL

The beer bottles lights. So very creative! Wish had known that for our dorms for college years. LOL

So glad you are home safe and sound.

it requires a bit of courage, to sneak out of plane's window but once you can do that it becomes quite easy

Amylia - The flight attendant happened to see me testing my blood sugar to confirm the low. I'm guessing that's how she knew. :)

The plane was chock-full of dLifers, though. We were everywhere!

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