It was a holiday long weekend. I had decided a few weeks ago to venture out on a road trip, despite stupid high gas prices. I told myself weeks ago nothing was going to stop me from getting away for awhile. Traditionally, May 2-4 is almost always a camping weekend. Either a canoe trip or most likely a backpacking trip due to the fact that the weather is usually still quite chilly. I didn't get out camping.
I went to Vermont!
Everybody knows Reyna - but just in case, she writes the Beta Buddies blog.
The primary goal of this trip was to join Team Joe: Beta Buddies JDRF Walk To Cure Diabetes. It wasn't until Reyna invited me into their home and offered to "house" me while I'm there that it really became a trip I started looking forward to. I wasn't there long but boy oh boy do I ever have a head full of wonderful still!
post yet, you will know about The Spanked Puppy. It couldn't have been more fitting to the both of us. I was lost, and sitting at a gas station and trying to rhyme off some landmarks over the phone for her to find me. As she is talking, I peek under a low tree branch and see a sign. I say, "What does that say? ... S.....panked..... PUPPY?!" She hangs up the phone almost immediately after some major recognition and a few minutes later, there she is! Okay, quite the name of a bar no?!
Yes, running out of the car, hands waving in the air with a shrilling "SCUUUUUUULLY!" coming out of her mouth while she ran over and hugged me. I knew it would be something like that. I didn't expect anything less, but that's why I love her! She's a no-holds-bar kinda gal. I only wish I could be an eensy bit less reserved than I am.
I don't know where to start. I could write about so many things. If you are all wondering what Reyna is like, from MY perspective well all I can say is "EVERYTHING and more!" What you see of her online is only like a portion of the amazing woman she is in real life.
I even got to see, FIRST hand the infamous "Oscillating Mascara Brush!" we all hear so much about. I don't want to give her secrets away but it was something to be admired. I was in AWE! I mean, I was even afraid to ask where she got it from for fear of having her divulge trade secrets. BECAUSE if you really want to know, and I KNOW you really want to know, Reyna's eyelashes in real life really ARE that incredible. I'm not kidding guys, she's got the lash thing down!! I even noticed how they are so long and beautiful that they reach her eyebrows for fucksake!
I was so humbled by the presence of such lashes. To the point that on Sunday morning before the walk, I felt weak and drab next to this lash princess that I had to run into the bathroom and put a bit of eye make-up on myself. I couldn't be seen in public like that, not next to THOSE lashes. :) (and I'm not a make-up wearer for anything other than work)
Okay so, now that I've gotten that out of the way I feel like I can move onto the less important stuff (just kidding). There is one major thing I want to write here. I have never been in the presence of a T1 child before. More than that, one I have read so much about! Joe really is a sweetheart. He's so quiet and good natured. He doesn't complain, he acts like he's got the world figured out. I witnessed some awfulness that any of us diabetics can sympathize with. Sometime during the walk on Sunday his site came loose. It wasn't until hours later a 500+ blood sugar (lookit me, I'm writing in mg/dl and knowing what I'm talking about) that Reyna figured this out. Little Joe was a trooper like nothing I've ever seen. I noticed he was a bit grumpy and tired and slightly slower than his non-stop on-the-go self. He never once complained while he was forced to endure the long ride home (back to a decent BG). He is a real little hero if I do say so myself. I really need to learn to not complain. To think, I learned that from an 8 year old!
I am pretty sure Joe did NOT like me hugging him. He really hates having his picture taken. I felt really awful afterwards because I think I made the poor kid feel uncomfortable. I just couldn't help myself! He's so cute and I love that we both have something in common, rollerblading! (Oh and diabetes I guess)
So I got to experience watching "the mother pancreas pancreating her way through the days". It humbled me in a lot of ways to witness a bit of the ins and outs of managing a kid with T1D. I was never a kid with diabetes, only ever an adult so I haven't been able to fathom what goes into it. Reyna is the primary pancreating parent. I'm sure the years have caused it to be second nature but from an outside perspective, the system she has is solid. I was impressed by how she handled all types of situations. I saw, first-hand, what it's like to hold down a mexican jumping bean and somehow keep track of him as he was everywhere. I mean EVERYwhere and most of the time, nowhere to be seen! I feel honoured and touched to watch it in action. I have a whole new appreciation, even more than I ever did.
I think this post may spill into a few. There is a lot to write about still and plenty more pictures to post!
I wondered even still as I was driving there (9 hours of driving btw!) if what I was doing was stupid. I thought, who drives that far to meet an online friend and support a walk? I wondered if I was making a big mistake. I wondered if I was making a fool of myself inviting my ass into somebody else's home, someone who I've never met, with her kids and her husband... in the states? There were many times I felt like a turd.. a needy turd. I don't regret it one bit though. I knew it would be amazing and I was totally blown away.
More to come...