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Bikinis and Boluses.

In keeping with the theme of revisiting older posts this week, I’m looking back at an Animas video about bringing diabetes to the beach.  You know, for people who wear their cell phones into the water.

One thing I’ll add:  those little pump cap things that come in the packages of infusion sites, for both Animas and Medtronic?  Use them at the beach.  Salt water caked up in an infusion set makes reattachment a PITA.

Hot.

You know how hot it is.  Hot as balls.  (Horrible image.  Hat tip to every person I knew in college who used that expression, because it’s both awful and evocative in its horribleness.)  But it’s really hot outside, and anyone living in New England knows that as fact.

Two days ago, the temperature gauge in my car read a crispy 101 degrees Fahrenheit.  When the temperature is more in the “ideal blood sugar range” than the “outside temperature range,” that’s not cool.  I like my temperatures to be borderline hypoglycemic.

Our oven broke, which isn’t normally a cause for concern for me (I do not love to cook!) but it was so hot on our back deck that Birdy and I stuck a frying pan out there to see if it would get hot enough for the “it’s so hot, you could fry an egg out here!” adage.   Unfortunately, the egg just dribbled sadly onto the pan and became very, very over easy, but by the time we checked on it, we had already made fruit salad.

My daughter has lots of lovely hair, but it’s a sad state in this kind of heat.  Poor girl has ringlets fashioned by damp sweat after being in this heat for more than a few minutes.  I feel for her, and wish I could stick an air conditioner in my face for when I hug her.

This kind of heat should make me run for the water bottles and chug fluids by the liter, but instead, it’s so damn hot that I find myself not drinking much at all.  Which is leading to a little bit of dehydration.  Which means that my blood sugars are a little tougher than normal to keep in range.  Which means yay because I love any and all added challenges.

It is weird, though, that I know I need a cranked up basal rate (maybe to like 115 – 125%) to battle back against how my body responds to the heat, but I never do it in time to avoid the highs.  I only ratchet up the basal rate once I see the Dexcom starting to show northern-bound arrows.  I thought ahead yesterday and today, but I rode in the 180 – 230 mg/dL range for much of Tuesday, since the heat fried the diabetes management part of my brain.

Heat makes you delusional.  And gross.

This lady is kind of my hero, mostly because of the way she swears with such purpose about the aforementioned heat.  (NSFW, and NSFyourears if you’re easily offended by language.)

Come on, Sunday … I saw on the weather app on my phone that the heat wave is expected to break on Sunday, bringing low 80′s and high 70′s back to New England.  I can’t wait.  But while I’m forced to wait, I’ll sit here in front of the air conditioner, with an iced coffee, and hope the keys don’t melt off my laptop keyboard.

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