Ha, I'm going to meet a real diabetic!
Yes, I know you're all real as well, but it's not the same as seeing, touching, smelling etc.
In a Dutch diabetes fb group I asked what a hospital DSN actually does, besides tickling feet and measuring bp and weight. I'm to have my first appointment with one in november and noticed they planned a whole hour, so I wondered what would be going on and if I needed to take a pim pam pet game or such for the other 50 minutes. I don't know what pim pam pet is in English but it looks like this and has cards with questions and you have to shout an answer with the right letter quicker than your opponent.
The best reaction was from someone who said that if all was going well and I didn't have a lot of questions the pim pam pet might come in handy. My own game is some 40 years old and has a lot of questions on the back of the cards that have been added over the years so I proposed I'd add some more questions like "hypo food', 'what's in a diabetic's bag', 'what do you eat when you forgot your insulin', 'what's that on your arm' and 'diabetes misconceptions'.
And someone reacted she'd like to come over to pim pam pet if I lived anywhere near. Turned out I do so she'll be visiting the 25th
She visited last thursday (postponed a week because of the heat) and I completely forgot to give you an update, my apologies!
I did tell about the visit in the T1 stars thread, so I'll shamelessly copy/paste here:
Had some strange adventures again today. First some panic cleaning for a visitor, then the visitor herself. Who was a T1 who jokingly said she'd love to play pim pam pet with me in a diabetic's facebook group, so she came over. Was fun, and I now have seen an insulin pump
I made some chocolate truffles yesterday to go with the tea. I wasn't sure what kind of diet, if any, she followed, so I thought it would be nice to come up with some low carb treats (truffles less than 1 gram of carbs a piece).
As a result, instead of pim pam petting we made an emergency visit to the vet, as the plate with 6 chocolate truffles was suddenly empty after I showed her the rabbits, chickens and guinea pigs in the garden.
We had a suspect: Panda, the sleepover dog (only 6 kilo's, so 6 truffles is quite a lot of cocoa), as the truffles were in a pretty hard to reach place and Panda is the only one of the 5 dogs I've ever seen nicking food from that particular place. I can tell you you'd be feeling pretty stupid too, sitting in the vets yard and waiting for your dog to puke after an injection to make him do so. You'd feel even more stupid when you realise you are cheering because, indeed, there's a lot of chocolate in the puke so you've got the right dog!
Well, after this interesting vet visit with this woman I'd never met before we went to see the sea and let the dogs (at least the 4 not nauseous ones) have a good time. I threw the ball in the water for my old dog, forgetting he was old and his hind legs have gotten weak. So he made it through the mud to the water to fetch the ball, but got stuck on his way back. The thick black mud was hip deep for me when I had to help him get out so I must have made a pretty sight.
Then, by now walking barefoot in my underpants and still with this nice woman I'd only met, we encountered a young gull which couldn't fly. So I caught it and we went back to my place with 5 muddy dogs, a seagull, and me being black from mud halfway up. Good thing we took my car, and not hers
Thankfully, she took the gull with her, as the bird sanctuary was on her way.
I had a plan involving dogs and a shower upon getting home, but things didn't follow plans so now I have mud in my bed, on the couch, a wet muddy kitchen, hallway, bathroom, living room and everything smells of sea and mud.
I'm still trying to get my old dog warmed after his shower 6 hours ago, and trying to get on terms with him being old and not himself anymore as his brain isn't the same as in the old days. It hurts.
The adventures were great fun though, except for the vet. But that was funny too in a way.