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This was me and Masayo’s first full day in Mostar, and indeed in the Bosnia and Herzegovina. Mostar is in the Herzegovina part of the country; Bosnia elsewhere, and the Republic of Srpska is still further. I hope to see them all.
At 8:30, I checked and found that my BG had held from last night: it was 176. I’d call that some pretty smooth sailing through the turbulent waters of pizza.
Our breakfast was made by the owners of the apartment we were staying at; they arrived about 9 am to give it to us. We had opted for a traditional Bosnian breakfast, and we enjoyed the mixed types of stuffed pitas called burek, with yogurt. We had some left over so we put it with the pizza from last night.
Then we walked around town some more, and saw the Old Bridge in the daylight finally. We took lots of photos, including from roughly the same spot where Michael Palin had filmed from in 2007 during his New Europe series. I checked my BG there; it was 158.
We looked at the courtyard of one of the many mosques in town, and also a cemetery full of new headstones of people who had died in 1993-5 during the war. We walked up a hill on the edge of town to get a lookout, then went back to the touristy Old Town section for some food at Konoba Šadrvan.
I ordered japrak, which is meat in cabbage with potatoes, fruit tea, and a baklava to split with Masayo. My BG had by now come down to 79, so I waited a little while to take my Humalog, but I didn’t want to underdo it so I took ten units. The baklava and potatoes seemed pretty thick with carbs.
We went grocery shopping, then back to the apartment to relax. Only an hour after lunch, I felt low, and sure enough I was 61. I had a bottle of juice, but was careful not to overdo it.
Three hours later, at 6 pm, I still felt low, though I didn’t think I could possibly be. Well, I was: 69. I had a Twix as I wondered how I could be trending so low after all that baklava and potatoes.
Dinner was the leftover pizza and breakfast pitas, plus a couple beers. I took what I thought was a sensible shot for it, but my luck ran out: at 10 pm I was 304. And I felt it too. So, today was dominated by a low spell followed by springing back to a high. I took some Humalog.
I tend to get paranoid about dropping low suddenly, and the worst thing that frightens me is that one day I’ll be low and then take a too-large Humalog shot for a meal on top of it. It sends shivers down my spine. Well, today I basically did that, and it was no big deal: I caught it, had some juice and chocolate, and then it righted itself. It was a big experience for me, to kind of face my deepest fears and realize it was all in my head.
I didn’t care for the 304 but that’s a separate problem!
Tomorrow we are going to take a tour offered by the apartment owners in their car of some nearby towns, which should be fun.
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