The air was crisp. The sun was shining. I was enjoying my skidoo ride with my son as my driver. I can drive if I must but I much prefer taking in the sights and being a passenger.
As we drove, my son was chatting, singing and carrying on. He was obviously enjoying being on a machine for the first time this winter and cruising through the country. Suddenly I realized that he hadn't said anything in a bit. While I was taking in the scenery, he had gone quiet. He wasn't bobbing his head around. He just drove.
My heart stopped. I began to panic. I had forgotten that diabetes was with us for a short period of time. I had glucose in my pocket and the glucagon kit was tucked away in my pants. That was not going to help me if my driver was low!
I yelled out over the sound of the skidoo, "High? Low? Or good to go?"
My son looked back at me over his shoulder like I was insane. After a brief glare, he replied "I am fine".
Phew! I know that he is good at knowing his body. I know that he is a great driver. I still had that moment of panic. That "what if" that quickly consumes your mind and you visualize going head first into a tree because your driver has passed out at the handle bars before you realized what was happening.
The day continued into the evening. Diabetes behaved and eventually I put my imagination back on a leash and continued to enjoy life as a passenger.
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