Fast food first aid? My wife's not buying it - literally

Last night (Wednesday) I pulled a stupid stunt and took the wrong insulin. I am diabetic and I take two kinds of insulin every day and the dosages are wildly different. So, long story short, I accidentally took 10 times the amount of insulin I should have! Needless to say, such a mistake could be very damaging, even potentially fatal (not to sound like a drama queen or anything). My wife Terri, who is always calm in a storm, sprung into action and called poison control. 

As my blood sugar dropped 160 points, Terri checked it every 15 minutes, gave me apple juice - any kind of sugar in liquid form helps right away - and also I was lucky enough that there were brownies in the refrigerator. :-) I also suggested that fast food, which as many of you know I've "given up" for Lent and is the subject of this blog, would help. All those good french fries and their carbs would help the situation, I argued. But Terri knows better. Not only did she not want to leave my side, the look on her face told me that I did not need all the sodium and fat a nice fast food meal would provide.

So even in the doldrums of low blood sugar, I was trying to sneak that food back into my life. The addiction remains, although the longer I stay away, hopefully the weaker its hold on me will become. I've fallen more than once in the past three weeks, but I've still eaten far less fast food than I would have under normal circumstances, so I look at that as a victory. Small victory, but one nonetheless.

Anyone else out there giving up something for Lent? How are you doing?