Diabetes & Weird Worries.

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Living with diabetes has the potential to make everyday things weird and worrisome - if you let it - And try as I might, sometimes I let the weird worries get the best of me.  Here are few examples of my D weird worries as of late - I'm hoping at least some of you might be able to relate to them.
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Last night I was baking, what I was told red skinned sweet potato at 400 degrees in the oven, while sautéing chicken on the stove top. 
When I opened the oven door to check on the potato, I was hit by a wave of heat and ended up clipping my insulin pump to the back of my pants because I was afraid that the heat from the oven would cook my insulin. Then I was worried that I’d already cooked the insulin in my pump because I’d been standing in front of the oven for at least 15 minutes. 
Seriously, am I the only one who thinks that way? 
And then when I took said sweet potato from the oven and split it open, the inside was white. It was a sweet potato for sure, but it was white not orange.

1. I was totally confused
2. I was immediately worried about the glycemic index 

After googling for a good 15 minutes, I found out red skinned sweet potatoes are indeed white inside. 
But I couldn’t find any relevant info on the subject (except that white sweet potatoes lack the beta carotene of the orange sweet potato,) so I ended up eating a quarter of the potato instead of the half I’d originally decided on - Did I mention that it was big ass sweet white potato? 
I didn’t feel like dealing with the carb count or worrying about the potential spike. 
But I spiked big time anyway because then I went all sorts of apeshit crazy and ate a big fat sugar cookie with icing from Starbucks - which I bloused 50 carbs for. 
But did the big ass sugar cookie cause me to spike, or had I cooked my insulin from the 400 degree oven? Or was my spike caused by the crazywhite sweet potato? 
Perhaps it was a trifecta of all three or did my diabetes just flip its bitchswtich?  
So yeah, what should have been a quick and simple grilled chicken salad with a side of sweet potato & a dessert ended up being anything but. 
Also: Something’s in the air re: me and sweet potatoes. The other night I bought again, what I thought was a sweet potato, but it ended up being a yam. 
Sweet potatoes and yams are not the same thing, no matter what the nice man at my neighborhood bodega says. 
Also: Yams are gross. 

Speaking of cooking, I like to watch cooking shows -and maybe when I'm alone in my kitchen, I make pretend to have my own... or not. OK, I absolutely do. 
But I digress.I like to learn new ways of preparing foods. & experience new ingredients and flavors - because I love food. 
Here’s the thing: Halfway through the segment, my focus almost always shifts from the recipe, to the meal’s carb counts, serving size and 9 times out of 10, the chef’s cholesterol. 

I love The Pioneer Woman and nobody loves cheese more than I do, but I worry about her - And that’s my issue, not hers. Ree's doing a kickass job with her family, her life, her ranch and her blog! 
But living with type 1 diabetes for the 37 years automatically makes me see numbers; blood sugar, cholesterol, carb/fiber counts on my plate, instead of the food. 
And diabetes has given me all sorts of "food quirks", annoying food quirks.

Diabetes weird worries aren't limited to food - please feel free to share yours. 
No judgement here  - we are in this together - And we're all weird in our own way~