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I accidentally took a week off from blogging, but there are reasons.  And they involve dinosaurs.  Bullet list, because that’s the only way to organize what’s swirling in my brain?  Yeah, let’s do that.

  • Last week started strong – a good visit to Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center on Tuesday to confirm a strong and healthy growing boy.  More on the third trimester of this pregnancy in a bit, but for now, I’m holding very steadily without any blood pressure issues, no swelling, no protein spilling in my urine, and a baby of a healthy and normal size.
  • I think my son has the same nose as my daughter, which is weird to notice in an ultrasound.  And he definitely has my husband’s dance moves, which contributes to his cuteness.
  • The next day, I took a flight out to Salt Lake City (after putting Birdzone on the bus) and then drove out to Vernal, Utah for a diabetes event with the Tri County Health department.
  • Per my daughter’s request, I wore a bracelet she made me while presenting. It is as important as my medical alert bracelet, to be honest.
  • The people in Vernal are nice.  Super nice.  And there was a lady whose due date was the day before mine, so we had the chance to bond over babies.  (Hi, lady!)
  • The drive from Salt Lake City to Vernal is also nice, but extremely rural.  Like there’s one rest stop on the three hour journey on Route 40.  I saw lots of red rock formations.  And Strawberry Reservoir.  The drive through the mountains was beautiful.  If I didn’t have to pee every 25 minutes, this would have been a truly relaxing drive.
  • My cell phone didn’t work perfectly throughout the duration of the drive, so it felt weird to be tooling around in a state I’m unfamiliar with, in a car that’s not mine, entirely by myself, save for the seven month along fetus that was dancing while I drove.  There was a vulnerability to being out and alone that I liked and feared, simultaneously.
  • I did meet Dinah the Dinosaur upon my arrival in Vernal, which was a highlight.  Sending this picture home to Birdy earned me some mom points.
  • I found a dinosaur. #travelbetes

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  • After presenting in Vernal and having the chance to connect with folks at the dinner, I went to bed and then made the three hour trek back to Salt Lake City for my flight out the next day.
  • Note:  I wore compression socks while driving.  Yep, I’m that old lady with the paranoia.
  • Second note:  The socks at least had a decent pattern, so at least it wasn’t a total loss.
  • Last sock note:  I neglected to remove said socks before going into to grab a snack at a rest stop.  Was also wearing a skirt.  May have looked a little off.  Do not care.
  • Then it was off to San Antonio, Texas for the TCOYD conference, where I rolled around like a hamster in one of those plastic hamster balls.  Only I was the hamster ball.
  • We talked about the emotions of diabetes-related complications, with the conversation tipping in favor of emotions related to diabetes on the whole.  The group attending the session was diverse in age, diagnosis length, and emotional response, which made for a very engrossing discussion.  As always, I learned a lot from my peers.
  • And at the end of the session, I saw people exchanging contact information, helping extend the conference bond beyond the moment.  Damn, that is my favorite part of any diabetes conference: the connection with peers.
  • After the conference, I crashed hard (sure, I may have watched three episodes of OITNB back-to-back before bed – don’t judge).
  • Sunday – Father’s Day – I was back at the airport to make the flight home to Rhode Island.
  • “Did you take a direct flight home?”
  • HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA
  • “The flight home to Rhode Island” isn’t ever direct, unless I’m coming from Chicago, Baltimore, or DC.  Every other location takes a ridiculously long time to get back from.  It took six hours of flying time to get home from Texas.  America, you sizable.
  • And on the first leg of the flight home, a PWD (T1D) in the back of the plane struggled with a serious low blood sugar, causing a bit of controlled chaos on the plane.  Thankfully, there were some smart and capable folks on board who were able to step in and assist, but it was unnerving to recognize that the good samaritan running to the back of the plane had that familiar orange case of glucagon in her hand.
  • Then it was home.  Beautiful, quiet home for a few days before the next leg of travel kicks in.  (See you in Seattle?)
11 Comments Post a comment
  1. “There was a vulnerability to being out and alone that I liked and feared, simultaneously.” I Totally Get This!!!! Seattle is great but those hills are tiring 🙂

    06/20/16; 1:27 pm
  2. I noticed that you had been gone for a week and was a bit concerned. I’m glad that you are okay.

    06/20/16; 3:10 pm
    • Totally fine. Just too many doctor’s visits/plane rides to sit long enough to form a proper thought. 🙂

      06/20/16; 4:45 pm
  3. WOW — I commend you for agreeing to travel this much at the start (or middle???) of your third trimester! I was like, “No wayyyyyyy” before I even started the 2nd, LOL. It’s your job…true…but still…impressive!

    06/20/16; 5:37 pm
  4. space cupcake #

    I want “America, You Sizable” on a t-shirt, sold at rest stops in every blank stretch of the map from here to Death Valley.

    06/20/16; 7:51 pm
  5. I am glad you were on the airplane. I once woke up in Charlotte. That would have been fine except I took off for Orlando. Charlotte seems nice enough, but there were certainly lots of grouchy people on the airplane, seemed they were all wanting to go to Orlando. Oh well we can’t have it all.

    I referred your blog to the TUDiabetes.org blog page for the week of June 20, 2016.

    06/20/16; 9:09 pm
  6. John #

    I agree with Ginger – WOW! But, I’m also looking forward to meeting you in Seattle on Saturday. Safe travels!

    06/21/16; 2:18 am
  7. I was thisclose to going to SA to the TCOYD event but real life intervened 🙁 Longing to connect with fellow T1s – hopefully Houston is on someone’s radar for a future event.

    I started wearing compression socks a few years ago – after a long flight I noticed way too much ankle swelling for someone our age (!) so vanity went out the window. Also started wearing the sheer versions at work when I noticed how tired and achy my legs got after a day of (mostly) sitting. It’s a huge help. But thanks for the link, now I can at least sport a little style 🙂

    Hang in there and keep rockin’ 🙂

    06/21/16; 8:48 am
    • We have a clotting disorder (Factor V Leiden) that’s very active (and scary) in our family, so being pregnant kicks that risk up an extra notch for me. I take blood thinner injections and wear compression socks for long flights until the baby is born.

      And I am SO sorry you weren’t able to make it to the TCOYD event! I would have loved to have hung out!!

      06/21/16; 10:06 am
  8. Compression stockings are for sexy, smart girls.

    06/21/16; 9:58 am

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