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's 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 it's 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 type of important like 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.