I’ve travelled several times each month this year and it’s given me some lessons:
I’ve learned that I get motion sickness on planes and cannot travel without taking Dramamine. I tried to forego it once and that one time we just so happened to have a bumpy ride. It is not fun to worry about dropping blood sugars while throwing up and being jostled about in the tiny plane lavatory.
Taking all the airport stairs and skipping the moving sidewalks (is that what they’re called?) is a good way to combat all the sitting involved in travel.
Staff on planes are always happy. I still haven’t met one that isn’t, which is freaky, but if I’m feeling low, so far they are quick to grab juice if I need it and want to conserve my glucose tablet stash for later.
The food situation when in an airport is mighty tricky. Temptation abounds and yet the easiest way I’ve found to travel is to keep it real low carb because if things get hectic, and lately in airports, they always seem to, low carb often saves me amidst skipped blood sugar checks.
Given how close one’s next seat neighbor is in coach, I find it remarkable how injecting insulin in front of that neighbor has never been an awkward experience. In fact, it’s a great conversation starter and I’ve literally written down each starting line for your own amusement:
“Wow, those needles are tiny, I’m so glad for you.”
“So you have diabetes, huh?”
“OMG, do you need sugar?”
“Ok, what do I do if you pass out on this flight?”
“Wow, in and out, just like that, eh? It takes me longer to sneeze.”
“How long have you had it?”
And my personal favorite: “Does it hurt? I’m sorry, of course it hurts, what was I thinking? That was such a stupid thing to say, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, I just figured that it hurts but maybe it doesn’t or maybe you’re used to it, is that it, are you used to it? Wait…I take that back, I get migraines and I seriously doubt I’ll ever get used to them. Just forget I said that, ok?” 5 seconds later: “So, where ya headed?”