Last night I decided to break my no-deep-fried-food-for-awhile-because-your-stomach-hates-it streak and go out with a few friends to a local pub.
Normally when I go to a pub I will order a nice big salad with chicken and a big beer. I will feel totally satisfied especially if someone shares a few french fries with me! But last night I saw one beautiful thing on the menu. This item trumps everything for me. It's perfect. It's salty and crunchy, greasy and well..it's deep fried pickles. When I see that on a menu I zero in on it. I want it. I wanted it, so I had it.
I upped my basal, pre-bolused for a wild guess of carbs and enjoyed it. I enjoyed every last bit of it. It's definitely not something that should be on a regular menu for anyone, but it's that once in awhile treat that you just cant deny yourself.
I had a great time chatting and everything was going well. I got picked up at the pub (since I had had a beer) and was on my way home when I felt weird. I wasn't wearing my Dxcom at the time so I thought the nausea was just my body's normal response to the greasy food and decided to let it pass. 30 mins later I noticed myself trying to focus on what was being said on the TV. I was trying to make words out.
I checked my blood and to my surprise (50 mg/dcl):
So I totally misjudged the carbs in that one!
Ah well, better luck next time. :) I regret nothing.