STEERING THE SHIP

I’m on an insulin pump. Been on one since 2013 for my type 1 diabetes. Quite handy little device. Adjusts my dose as needed to keep me balanced, ha. Been up and down with this little oddball but the good outweighs the bad. This past Friday, August 8^th, 2025, I and my family went to The Rod Stewart/Cheap Trick Concert in Tinley Park Amphitheater and had a great time. Honestly, the concert was fantastic. Everyone brought their A game. Anyway, an insulin pump can carry three hundred units and needs changed about every three days give or take. I thought I had enough to carry me through, I did not. We live in Palatine, Illinois and were about an hour away when we got to the venue and I saw I had thirty units left. If we went back, we would have missed the concert. I didn’t want to panic anyone as I already feel a burden at times. Had to say a lot of apologies over the years because of my behavior gets messed up when I too high or low in the blood sugar department. Paranoia or drunkenness behavior, which to choose? Sometimes, neither happened depend on my attitude.

I dialed up for dinner and it was compensating for my present level with some still active. This is how I knew what was happening. Easy to get use to this stuff as it a life time road.  Perfect moment for chaos. Honestly, I live with this disease but it doesn’t play fair. Never a repeat of end results in spite of the same set up.  

I had nothing left in the reservoir because it all was actively working through me. This gave me hope, but I was definitely sweating this out. I was trying to stay calm; breathe and was seeking God’s help. The mind was working and my patience was cruising.  Kelly knew because Kelly can read me like a TV guide. My level was going up past three hundred but I was still hopeful that it would work out. I should of listen to my wife, Kelly, and brought extra insulin but I thought I was okay.

It can be hard sometimes to gage when you start off with 55 units and it drops down 25 units in the process with no change in your demeanor. The concert started and something happened. Between the singing along; laughing with friends and family and perhaps the heavy odor of marijuana in the air, my level regulated. Still a little high, due to eating earlier, but was low two hundreds. Could of be so much higher than that which could have caused some nasty side effects. It only began to rise when we pulled in to home for the night.

Many factors played in this but I do believe God was the originator of everything going well without a need for an ambulance or panic. I trusted God would show me the answer and he did. Next time, I’m going to bring more insulin. Don’t play with disaster and if you stumble into it, look for help without losing your hope. God will steer the ship if you let him. HE has the map.