Last week we had some crazy strong winds, strong enough to issue a wind advisory. The advisory said gusts could get up to 45 mph. Rumor has it, they were up to 69 mph in Chicago, which is only a couple of hours west of us.

I didn’t leave school until about 5 p.m. By that point, I decided to just go and sit in on the rest of Luke’s swim practice. They only had a half hour more to go, anyway. I called Joel to let him know. “Are you home yet?” He was walking the dogs. (While, yes, the winds were crazy, it was still a balmy 57 degrees today!) I told him the plan. He then says, “Oh, we don’t have power at home, by the way.”

Now, in the past, having no electricity isn’t that big of a deal. Especially if temperatures are mild and we don’t have plans to entertain at our house. We were just planning on having a family game night, which can be done by candlelight.

But wait.

No electricity = warm refrigerator.

Warm refrigerator = spoiled insulin.

Spoiled insulin = hundreds of $$ down the drain.

Plus, you know, we’d be out of Luke’s life juice.

We made a plan. We’ll give the electricity two hours to show itself. If it’s not on by 8:00 p.m., we will put all of the insulin our Frio and stick it in the mini cooler.

Fortunately, the power came back on. Pretty close to 8 o’clock, I do believe. But it’s kind of weird to think how diabetes affects even little things like not having electricity.

And just because I sometimes like to share how my brain works… I wonder what Amish diabetics do with their insulin?