I went to a guitar festival this weekend -- a fourteen hour day for me, door to door.
It was a blast! I played in a guitar orchestra (about 30 of us playing together a couple of songs arranged in three parts) which was more fun than is probably legal in several states. ;0)
The big diabetes news is that I pretty much did everything correctly all day. I tested when I needed to test. I ate what I needed to eat. I bolused/corrected when I needed to inject. And I did it all right out in the open, as the old Southern saying goes, "In front of God and everybody." The audacity! The nerve! Ha.
I felt generally pretty relaxed -- and 100% committed to not doing any of my diabetes-related bidness in a germy public bathroom.
I commandeered a couple of chairs in a semi-empty classroom once to do my test and bolus, while other participants practiced nearby or wandered through. Another time I sat at the Guitar Society table in the registration area with a very nice college student and tested, bolused and ate my boiled eggs, half banana and almonds while chatting with her and anyone else who wandered up to the table. Before dinner, I felt a little low and tested at a counter near the front entrance before I agreed to drive four of us to a local restaurant. "Hey, you don't want me low when I'm driving. Trust me." (I was fine, 110, and dinner was a delicious low-carb salad with some meat thrown on top, arranged very calmly and politely with a stellar waitress who earned herself a 30% tip for being such a darling about it.)
I feel that I've matured as an insulin-injecting diabetic to the point where I'm very comfortable with just going ahead and doing what I need to do, other than saying to someone very close nearby, "I hope it won't gross you out if I test my blood sugar and inject some insulin. If you hate needles, just look away, OK?"