The past two days have been hell when it comes diabetes and work. Putting in the irrigation around a new practice green is the reason for the situation that I'm in. The weird thing is that I do a lot more physical work while at work, for some reason working in a trench and hooking up sprinkler heads doesn't mix well with my blood sugars. For the past two days I have suspended my pump and had more Gatorade than I would like to admit. Yesterday was so bad that my pump was suspended from 11am until 3pm, at 12pm I took .6 units to cover a fifty carbohydrate lunch. At 2pm my blood sugar was at 55. At that moment I knew that I couldn't continue to do what I had been doing. I grabbed a soda and called it a day. When I got home I headed to my thinking spot, the shower and thought about how I would tell my boss that I couldn't do the job I was assigned.
This morning I headed in to the office and when your boss was a groomsmen in your wedding he knows when something is wrong. I just cracked a smile and told him that I would need a lesser role in the project and that what I was doing was causing a lot of problems diabetes wise. I then explained how my blood sugar was never over 110 yesterday and that I only took twenty units of insulin all day long, my average is 35. He said that he totally understood and that he is happy I said something. As I have said many times before I'm very lucky to have the boss and job that I do.
The toughest part however has been accepting what I did was right. I don't like to but myself in dangerous situations especially diabetes wise. Today was the first time in a very long time that I said I could not do something. I have Wally Pipp disease (not a real disease) I don't want to show any weakness in anything I do, I don't want to be replaced. I blame myself for not being prepared for the work that I was presented with. I will head back to the drawing board, I don't want this to happen ever again.