As Usual, I Forget Everything

When one of my friends invited me (and a bunch of of my other friends) to go to a house in, and I quote, "the middle of nowhere," I wasn't the most eager. (I'm not exactly a fan of the middle of nowhere, especially when there is no internet connection.) But after a little convincing from my family and friends, I decided to go. I packed up all of my things for a three day adventure to a house on a river and of course, ended up with an entirely full carry-on bag, Northface backpack, and tote bag. I like being prepared, and a trek into the middle of nowhere definitely required that much stuff. (Obviously.)

As I packed up everything the night before, I realized that I didn't have any extra insulin in the fridge or in my bag. Of course, it was probably 12 in the morning, so I just decided to ignore it and hope I could take my sister's extra insulin, instead of doing anything about it. Fast forward to the next morning. I wake up and tell my dad that I have no insulin and he kind of freaks out, (sorry Dad) and of course, Anna's extra insulin has also gone missing. My dad desperately tried to fill my prescription and then we had yet another great revelation: my dad can no longer fill my insulin prescription because I turned 18 a few weeks ago. (Imagine how much more happy my dad was after that...)

My dad frantically made me an account, so he could fill my prescription and then we had our third realization: CVS doesn't open until 9 and my friends and I had to leave by 8. This story ends with me calling a random CVS in Birmingham on the way to the river house and all of my friends laughing at me as I explained to the random pharmacist why I needed my prescription transferred from where I live to Alabama. Comments included: "Sarah you told that person way too many details!" and, "They probably didn't even care."

We stopped at the CVS and I picked up my insulin; I asked if anyone had a cooler in the car after I grabbed it, and then I found out that my friend's mom's car has a cooler built in to it. Who knew? She, of course, let me use it. (And was also as excited about this new discovery as I was, since she had been waiting to find a practical use for the cooler box.) After that little adventure involving insulin, a few more things seemed to go wrong.

The beautiful view we had at the house. Photo credit goes to Michael, since I apparently forgot to take pictures.

At one point on the river, my pump site came out, so I had to walk up 207 steps to get back to the house. (Those steps were evil and let me tell you, my legs burned after walking up them.) My blood sugar also seemed to always be obscenely high before meals, so I sadly had to wait until 10:30 pm at one point to eat some absolutely delicious ice cream. (I'm sure the billions of bags of doritos/ cookies/ cheez-its I ate were the cause of that, though. #irresponsibleeating)

All of the mishaps didn't cause too much of a dent in the fun I had that weekend. I jumped off of a cliff into the river, (side note: don't cannonball from a two story high cliff) helped rescue a canoe my friends flipped over (my t-rescue skills from camp finally came in handy), swam in the lake for forever, and played a ton of fun board games. (I brought Sorry and it was everyone's favorite.)

Moral of the Story: Bring a site with you on the 207 step trek to the river. Because your current one will fall out.