On the Type 1 front Insulin was easy to administer but we got it wrong by underestimating a few times and he ran too high, a result, I think, of his high carb bread and fruit diet. We had paid for the food in advance and were not willing to forego such great meals ourselves. So, we ended up cooking meat or omelettes for him in our tent when we could and letting him live on bread the rest of the time.
It was far from ideal and that as well as my desire to be "WARM, for the love of God", at night saw us decamping a day early and taking my cold extremities and Frank's high blood sugar in hand.
Within 24 hours he was much better.
This was out first experience of a festival of this kind. I don't think it will be our last BUT with Type 1 Diabetes in the mix it was hard work at times with meals being delayed in the cafe tent and different foods being on offer along with no nutritional information to work with.
These issues are so far outside the realms of most people's concerns that I don't even bother talking about it much or indeed fretting about it. It is what it is for us.
This is the language we speak because this is our world.
I also didn't like the feeling of seeing "No Service" on my mobile. If Frank has to be bluelighted anywhere I want the ambulance to arrive quickly.
There was unease. Mild but constant (and more than usual, before you ask!).
Is it a weakness to admit this or a strength to just be realistic, because I know that I am JUST NOT WILLING to do things anymore where the element of risk leaves me wrecked.
I have a duty of care. But then also, I feel, a duty of care for the quality of our lives.
Where do the two meet?
Holidaying with other T1D families?
We'd sure enough have enough juice to go round and enough cake frosting for any last minute birthday cake emergencies.
Now that's an idea...
Anyone fancy freezing their butts off in Yorkshire next year?!