19May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #7: Lurrrrrv

As another Diabetes Blog Week draws to a close, let’s reflect on some of the great bloggers we’ve found this week. Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved during Diabetes Blog Week, and tell us why they’re worth reading. Or share three blogs you’ve found this week that are new to you. (Thanks to Pearlsa of A Girl’s Reflections for inspiring this topic.)

NEW LOVES:

Not new, but usually Carey hard to googlefind bc Bigfoot not understand dLife; blog week/Karen G. make easier (<–links to bunch of things)

esp. this: the message conveyed to us has always been, “don’t test so much.” Don’t worry so much. Why test at so-and-so time? Why not just bolus? I’m always waiting for our NP to light up fat joint, pull out an acoustic guitar and start playing Three Little Birds…

Glamour of mmol/l + teapots + coarse language

~~Panther~~ Winnie doesn’t like any sort of cat
~~T-Rex~~ Arms too short
~~Raven~~ Might poop on me

Told in 1970′s “you won’t live past 40″ but alive + post fun pictures + excellent taste in fabric

This adorable + super-famous person new to Bigfoot

Adorable hilarious trapeze artist + exotic chips clean hands

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18May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #6: Biscuits

Theme today ART!

Do some “traditional” art like drawing, painting, collage or any other craft you enjoy. Or look to the literary arts and perhaps write a d-poem or share and discuss a favorite quote. Groove to some musical arts by sharing a song that inspires you diabetes-wise, reworking some song lyrics with a d-twist, or even writing your own song. Don’t forget dramatic arts too, perhaps you can create a diabetes reality show or play. These are just a starting point today – there are no right or wrong ways to get creative!

This going to be a stretch. For art, Bigfoot choose biscuit baking because strawberry shortcake season. Shortcake require biscuit. This low-carb biscuit = Bigfoot lazy riff on Elena’s Pantry gluten-free biscuits. Perfect for slice in half, place in bowl, top w. sliced strawberries + whipped cream. Also perfect for next day breakfast w. jam. 6g CHO/biscuit. (S i x g r a m s.)

I always like to show my arithmetic, because I make a lot of mistakes. Combine dry ingredients in Cuisinart, then pulse in butter until you see evenly-sized coarse crumbs, then mix in eggs/honey until cohesive lump of dough forms. I’m sure you could do this without a food processor, by whatever method normal Southern people use to make biscuits.

Roll dough between two sheets parchment to about 1″ thick or thicker. Very easy, very compliant dough.

Yum yum flecks of butter.

I cut the rolled dough into rough 8 squares. You could use a biscuit cutter, but then you have to reform the scraps, etc. etc. infinity. I like square biscuits.

Bake at 350F for about 10 minutes. Rotate pan & bake 3-5 minutes more, until golden brown. These smell like absolute ass while warm. Somehow they are delicious once cool. While the biscuits bake, slice up a large amount of strawberries and sprinkle with a little (insert name of least controversial sweetener in your life) and stir. For me it was one packet of Truvia.

I had no whipped cream so we used the tail end of this very delicious vanilla ice cream.

biscuit (6) + berries (5) + 1/4c ice cream (12) = 23g CHO

biscuit (6) + berries (5) + 1/6c ice cream (10) = 23g CHO. Would be much lower with whipped cream instead of ice cream. I think.

Verdict = three snob-thumbs up. (Bigfoot thumbs up too but not have snob-thumbs.)

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17May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #5

Just like in the movie, today we’re doing a swap. If you could switch chronic diseases, which one would you choose to deal with instead of diabetes? And while we’re considering other chronic conditions, do you think your participation in the DOC has affected how you treat friends and acquaintances with other medical conditions? (Thanks to Jane of Jane K. Dickinson, RN, PhD, CDE and Bob of T Minus Two for this topic suggestion.)

Bigfoot maybe OK site-specific alopecia, or OCD house-cleaner. One week only, right? Probably should instead choose disease swap for child. T minus 2 nail it.

I once heard a story…about “the trouble pile”. It concerns a man who felt deeply burdened by his problems. He hears about a place called “the trouble pile” where you can exchange your sack of problems for another sack that somebody else has left. This sounds like a great plan to him, but when he gets to the pile and comes to understand the things others deal with, he ultimately decides to keep his own.

I don’t even want to trade cars or hair colors.

Not many diseases make good trade—Type 1 pretty good deal if used to it & chronic disease required!

Seems OK:

asthma
the ADHD that is handled with sit on yoga ball instead of chair @school (F-U-N)
Hashimoto’s Thyroidosis (every person make this seem like could handle w. eyes closed, hands tied behind back. Actually already have this but never do anything with/for. Kind of interested see how HT work, Friday to Friday)

Interested in sample if promise switch back T1D next Friday—because interesting—though realize none is disease:

deafness
transgender
kid obsessed with football/hockey
supertaster
Down Syndrome

Pass:

celiac (because constant battle get people believe real)
ditto peanut/nut/mango allergy
autism spectrum disorders
Type 2 diabetes (too much blame mother/stigma)
cystic fibrosis (this short film!)
extreme shyness
anything else

This exercise make Bigfoot adore diabetes. Already know language & customs. Who knew T1D = such a keeper.

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16May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #4

We don’t always realize it, but each one of us had come a long way since diabetes first came into our life. It doesn’t matter if it’s been 5 weeks, 5 years or 50 years, you’ve done something outstanding diabetes-wise. So today let’s share the greatest accomplishment you’ve made in terms of dealing with your (or your loved one’s) diabetes. No accomplishment is too big or too small – think about self-acceptance, something you’ve mastered (pump / exercise / diet / etc.), making a tough care decision (finding a new endo or support group / choosing to use or not use a technology / etc.). (Thanks to Hillary of Rainie and Me for this topic suggestion.)

I took this today, because I knew the topic in advance, because so many Day 4 posts were in my inbox first thing in the morning. Happy blog week!

Bigfoot greatest D-achievement is chill the fern out. CTFO skill come and go, Bigfoot strengthen and develop like atrophied muscle.

PHASE 1: Bubs bicycle to school & Bigfoot bicycle too AND before even click into helmets test BG even though within hour tested/ate breakfast. (Can see now why Dr. Doughnut found test excessive. Live + learn! Still think Bigfoot needed all them strips, because how else parent learn CTFO?) PHASE 2: Bubs bicycle, Bigfoot walk dog entire route to school as excuse for scan side of road for child in coma. PHASE 3: walk dog but not all way to school, but then call school make sure Bubs arrived. PHASE 4 (current phase) = walk dog, Bubs pedal off out of sight, no call school. Just walk dog until dog freak out because golden retriever OR cat OR Fed Ex. Now it more dog problem. Dog really need CTFO.

Difficult Bigfoot CTFO because seem born no internal anxiety gauge. Everything equal anixety. Everything red alert. Try instead everything beige alert. I.e. alert, but not continuous fret.

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15May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #3

Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share. (Thanks to Jasmine of Silver-Lined for this topic suggestion.)

Some parts diagnosis day fuzzy; other parts so, so clear and more, more details rise up from murk of brain if pause consider. Already say normal parts this story here. But now find photo from diagnosis in archives & remember quirky details!

Ouch. I must have snapped this one just after we got to our room after the ER, because B is still in his own clothes. But I can see the rejected hospital macaroni and cheese (nice choice, dieticians!) in the background. So this must have been in between dinner and bedtime.

Bedtime put on hospital-issue shortie pajamas with pattern of dogs, bears, or dog-bears. Bubs so tired, not complain fabric scratchy/dog-bears babyish. No photo available dog-bears, because by that time in hospital journey realized inappropriate/callous document child in agony when should stroke hair or hold straw to lips. Wish could see dog-bears again. Feel like maybe could determine: dog or bear if could glimpse one more time.

Remember Bubs finally sleeping, and nurse wake up for finger poke with machinery every 2 hours, and make get up/pee in toilet hat for measure ketones, and as soon as nurse gone Bubs whimper please tell her to let me sleep. Lot of time for Bigfoot bravely not cry + look at fabric of pajamas, imagine children every disease, every color, every socio-economic situation wear same dog-bears. Remember feeling of don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry.

Another vivid part = watch skinny Bubs push IV wheelie pole cart along floor to bathroom in dog-bear pajamas/hump in floor between bedroom and bathroom/laborious get IV cart over hump, remember think this obvious design flaw! Why hospital not correct hump? Too hard for sickly IV pole children make way over hump! Floor hump total disaster! Priorities.

Also remember late that night Joe went home gather toothbrushes, clean clothes, etc. for next day. Arrive back hospital 2AM or similar and then drive all way home again (not so bad, 40 minutes round-trip) because forgot Bigfoot requested cosmetic bag which contain tweezers and Bigfoot afraid Bubs permanently scarred if wake up and see stray eyebrow hair on mother which seem extremely significant in fluorescent-lit hospital bathroom. But not give tweezer reason, because then maybe spouse unwilling make return trip. So say something for my contact lenses in urgently needed small Le Sportsac bag on bathroom shelf. Priorities + lies.

Glad that’s over. Happy blog week!

PS Asked Bubs what remember from diagnosis. I remember that Daddy brought Blueberry Pancake** from home, and you gave me a red velvet cupcake from Au Bon Pain and it had 75 carbs. And they made me do that stupid workbook, remember? And Daddy wrote sarcastic comments in it we were afraid we would all get in trouble.

**The teddy bear

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14May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #2

TODAY: Recently various petitions have been circulating the Diabetes Online Community, so today let’s pretend to write our own. Tell us who you would write the petition to – a person, an organization, even an object (animate or inanimate) – get creative!! What are you trying to change and what have you experienced that makes you want this change? (Thanks to Briley of inDpendence for this topic suggestion.

Nothing juicy come to Bigfoot mind but not want miss Blog Week Day #2.

Consider petition for ban Palagi’s lemonade truck from sell lemonade in front of public school at dismissal time (but it how Palagi family make living!)
Consider petition for free iPad per T1 child/year for easy patient access DOC, D-apps, etc (too silly!)
Consider admit really, really like name change idea but know not supposed to because all admired persons are against it. Assume Bigfoot outgrow desire distance self from Type 2, grow into “we’re all in this together (even though you have it so much easier and Paula Deen’s sheen of cheesiness makes us all look bad)” acceptance one love/one disease like Dr. Bronner soap bottle (too bitchy!)

Bigfoot got nothing. But love Blog Week.

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13May / 2013

Diabetes Blog Week #1

In his hungover state, B really didn't want his picture taken.

Glamour Don’t: don’t have diabetes and eat rolls at Bertucci’s

Happy Diabetes Blog Week! Topic today:

Often our health care team only sees us for about 15 minutes several times a year, and they might not have a sense of what our lives are really like. Today, let’s pretend our medical team is reading our blogs. What do you wish they could see about your and/or your loved one’s daily life with diabetes? On the other hand, what do you hope they don’t see? (Thanks to Melissa Lee of Sweetly Voiced for this topic suggestion.)

Not matter if endocrinologist think Bigfoot smart, kind, wise, clever, pretty, all-around put together. But not able stop hope endo notice how very super-superior operation capable Bigfoot running over here. Current endo so gentle soul, cat hair on yoga pants, sends own appointment reminders instead of have secretary. Attitude-free person. No reason think endo judgmental, but Bigfoot always concern w. impress this nice woman. Ideally, publicly acknowledge Favorite Patient Parent of the Year—possibly small ceremony among New England medical elite, smattering applause, maybe honorary degree Harvard Medical School.

That why hope Endo day off from surveillance yesterday. It Mother’s Day.

Bigfoot kind of unorthodox Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day kick off week-long marathon of Forced Special Fun because same week wedding anniversary and birthday. So much pressure have fun. So for Mother’s Day wish instead of spend time family in motherhood tableau, ask Joe can you take them out for Jack’s honor roll celebration (know Jack always choose Bertucci’s Satantic Pizza & Dinner Rolls) while I go out to Garden Grille with the Famous Librarian? Wish granted. Kind of hurt Jack’s feelings but worth it for avoid The Diabetes Torture Chamber that is Bertucci’s.

Bigfoot free! Not contact Joe re how look up carbs on Bertucci’s web site. Not text remind disaster if eat rolls + carby meal, better try steer Bubs toward chicken. That how Bigfoot really let go. Eat beet latkes w. peanut harissa, tempeh tacos, steamed kale w. sunflower seeds gomashio, fiddlehead ferns, baby parsnips, raw chocolate. Briefly thought how many carbs beet latke but quickly put out of mind. Par-tay and yum.

Arrive home same time guys walk in. Immediate buzz kill. Joe enter w. large pizza box. That signal for ate so many rolls, unable eat pizza.

UH-OH MATH: if X goes out for pizza and comes home with the entire pizza, how many rolls did X’s diabetic child eat? ANSWER: X = despicably mellow.

JOE: He had so many carbs

BIGFOOT: Well, Bertucci’s. That’s why I didn’t want to go

JOE: No. I mean a lot of carbs

BFOOT: Like how many?

JOE: One hundred and sixty-two

BF: (displays double middle fingers)

JOE: It was just so easy to look up the carbs online. I didn’t even have to guess

Bigfoot look at notes. 10+ units bolus. Holy shit. Begin rant This is serious! This is your child! His eyeballs are going to shrivel up because of this. It’s like…child abuse. Or at least child neglect. This is so stupid.

JOE: The waiter kept bringing more rolls

BF: So you can tell the waiter to stop bringing them!

JOE: But Jack loves them so much. And it was 78 grams for the mac and cheese from the kids’ menu

BF: ?!?!?

JOE: I know!

BF: Well now we’re going to be up all night and I know you don’t care because you took the day off tomorrow, but that was supposed to be for our anniversary and now you’ll just be sleeping all day and who knows when you’ll ever be able to take the day off for our anniversary ever again? And he’ll feel shitty tomorrow and he won’t be able to concentrate at school, and then he’ll be embarrassed, and this whole thing just has a domino effect and you’ve probably ruined the entire week for our whole family!

JOE: I know

Probably carry on this dramatic vein few more paragraphs while Joe solemnly nod, all the while know when Bigfoot take Bubs Fro Yo World 100+g CHO “snack”, Joe never release peep of disapproval. Because Joe = saint? Or Joe = despicably mellow? Either way, Bigfoot know dramatic ranting not help win imaginary endocrinology award. Favorite Patient Parent award surely demand grace.

As predicted in my rant, Joe was up all night. However, no dried up eyeballs occurred.

As per my prescient rant, Joe was up all night. However, no dried up eyeballs occurred.

Bedtime check of the Dex reveal small spike, speedy recovery, current #150-ish w. arrow diagonally down. NBD. Then Bigfoot think Joe is so fucking lucky! He has the Midas touch! One big bolus and it all balances out. That never happens to me! Everything works out for him! Being the uptight one is really not paying off! Not say any this out loud.

Wake up 4AM. Joe sitting up, headphones on, engrossed in computer screen.

BIGFOOT: Why are you up?

JOE: Oh my god. He’s been over 300 for hours. It won’t go down. I just checked again. He’s down to 294.

BF: (picks up same rant from earlier, as if no time has passed ending with…) and now you’ve ruined our day, his day, and his health forever and everyone’s going to be grouchy tomorrow and this totally sucks!

The stretched-out view of poor Joe's night.

The stretched-out view of that poor Joe’s night. Stupid Bertucci’s.

Also threw in something re even if we rented that house in Tuscany with the chef, I wouldn’t let him eat that many carbs. And you did it at a chain restaurant in Warwick! Bigfoot kind of trouble with dropping it.

JOE: I know. I’m never going to Bertucci’s again. Does that house really come with a chef?

Bigfoot ramble off topic. Topic part is: don’t want medical team see Bigfoot complete dick. Want medical team see Bigfoot low-carb pancake flipping angel. Meanwhile, medical team priority = A1c < 7, hardness of thyroid gland, and no infection on pump site. Barely notice mother tap-dancing with spatula in angel costume.

Just stumbled across this from Jessica Apple re Joslin re high fat dinners.

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11May / 2013

The Entertainer

All rhubarb systems go.

Opening night! 4:30PM seem auspicious time rhubarb crisp: beautiful day, performance in evening, rhubarb crisp = Bubs’s favorite food, & 112/arrow diagonal down. Pre-show also ate low carb tortilla + black beans, farmer’s cheese, carrots.

About half an hour pp: where is my grammy? I am a rock star.

About half an hour pp: where’s my Grammy? I am a rock star. 122/ straight.

Before leave house for theater, quick check of Dex reveal who is superstar of rhubarb bolus.

Hour later: Bubs appear from backstage blackjack game, find Bigfoot auditorium. I feel low. Sigh. 65. Dex concur. Post Fun Dip hustle backstage for more blackjack. No re-check? Mom, I’m the DEALER. And it’s really fun. I kind of like the independence of it. Of being away from me? No. Of being a blackjack dealer.

It was blue Fun Dip—not a great choice before appearing on stage. On account of it turning the eater’s entire lower face region blue.

BIGFOOT: Take this extra Fun Dip with you

BUBS: Nah

BF: What if you feel low during the show? You don’t have to carry the meter. If you feel low again, just chug the Fun Dip. Or you can check the Dexcom, and then chug the Fun Dip

BUBS: Mom. No. Nuh-uhn

BF: What would you do if you felt low?

BUBS: I’d tell someone to get you

BF: During the show?

BUBS: (Shrugs)

Bigfoot give Fun Dip director’s assistant. Probably useless gesture.

Soon enough = showtime. See Bubs 2nd scene. Look like feel ok, but head down. Difficult discern well-being because role is act cool. Cool, aloof? Or verge of faint? Turn out looking down because little trouble (snag) pull comb out of jeans pocket for choreographed hair combing move. He was just trying to get the comb. He’s fine. <—It Bigfoot whisper spouse.

Show fantastic. One idea for improve.

instead of this ^ application of multi-media

Could try this ^. Something the whole audience could enjoy.

After show, Bigfoot tell Bubs so happy, so proud of, was it fun? Like perform with big audience? What best part?

Let’s not even play this game. Or let’s! The Fun Dip was too much OR the rhubarb crisp had a delayed punch OR the excitement of performing made cortisol course through his veins OR the excitement of being a blackjack dealer did it OR he’s getting sick OR the tubing got kinked during a costume change.

Wait at least five minutes before ask Did you look at the Dexcom at all during the show?

BUBS: Yup

BIGFOOT: Was it helpful?

BUBS: (Shrugs)

BFOOT: Did it get in your way at all?

BUBS: Nope

I think 4 Juicy Juices/1 night is our record

Arrive home, Bubs hungry and high, big bolus. Go 240-191-69-66 within one hour. Think that can’t feel good but Bubs seem OK with it. In morning, Bigfoot can see in notes Spouse up all night administering Juicy Juice.

WTF? Post-show high not require correction bolus some reason? Because not high from food, but high from stress? But what is high BG if not high blood glucose i.e. sugar—regardless what spur rise?

Meanwhile all night Dexcom in & out of function. Sensor Day 3. Just when think maybe better pull sensor/start over, sensor work again & accurate as all get out. Dang. Only make Bigfoot love more.

In morning, Bigfoot sleep late because migraine (irrelevant but pity always welcome)—causing pancake delay. Bubs wake up 122, then Minecraft happily while wait decrepit mother beat egg into pancake form.

This one means to illustrate the inadvertent basal testing, but maybe more illustrates the sensor spacing out on its job. CLUE TO THE SENSOR: He doesn’t wear you just because you’re cute.

This create inadvertent basal testing. Breakfast normal day = 7AM-ish/today 9:30AM. Climb 122 —>250 (250 on VerioIQ, 245 on Dex) interim. So perhaps make basal rate higher 5AM – 8AM? And breakfast I:C ratio lower–or higher–however describe less insulin per CHO. Clearly require further study.

OR maybe preferable just eat food at 7AM, keep same program.

we do 1tsp rms + 1-2tsp this stuff. he loves it he would probably like it plain. jack likes it too. I don't know how I feel about jack eating Splenda, but I think in B'a case it's probably for the best while we're in the pancakes (which is actually an egg) every day phase

Thank you, Type 2 house guest of friend, for leaving this behind on your recent visit. And thank you, friend, for passing it along. I never, ever would have tried it on my own.

Meanwhile, pancakes situation. Every, every day Bubs eat that eggcake. Love the eggcake. And also love this fake maple syrup. Currently mix 1 tsp. real maple syrup + 1-2 tsps. fake. Bubs adore. Would happily eat sans real maple component but Bigfoot afraid then pancake breakfast too low carb. Jack like fake syrup now too. Bigfoot not sure how feel about Jack eat Splenda, but think Bubs’s case probably for best.

Matinee now! C ya.

I wish I had seen this on Beta Buddies before opening night.

Someone should fold this.

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08May / 2013

Dress Rehearsal

8:03AM: the Klansman waves goodbye.

Spring semester roll toward summer with three performances end of week plus standardized science testing plus School of Rock, dentist, dilated eye exam, lacrosse, plus usual everything do; fingers crossed also hair/toe maintenance (Bigfoot only); plus friend/running partner moving away, need many lunch/dinner/beer dates. Also running dates.

Bubs not star show. Parent heart in throat regardless: feel miracle Bubs agreeable for wear jeans/wife-beater ensemble, perform choreographed moves, public singing. Shy, silly person apparently grow up/expand horizon.

Today first dress rehearsal. 4:45 – 7:30PM with instruction: eat dinner before rehearsal.

This looks much worse than it is. I mean, that's not his real skin, and the dark bits aren't coagulated blood.

This looks much worse than it is. I mean, that’s not his real skin (Flexifix!), and the dark bits aren’t coagulated blood. But it is totally hanging off. Yet still working with numbers that match VerioIQ. What?

Bigfoot plan real dinner (grilled meat/broccoli salad) for 7:30PM; requisite pre-dinner = pizza/Diet Coke en route @4:30PM. Dexcom 102 & straight, Verio IQ114. Under-bolus even though pizza because not sure what rehearsal mean for up/down BG.

4:46PM.

VerioIQ confirms it. BOOM. Players, this is with the Dexcom sensor hanging offa him, barely attached.

Arrive rehearsal. Zzt-zzt-zzt. LOW UNDER 80. Pffft.

2 Glucolift. Only 2 because pizza. Because under-bolus. And because pizza.

Half of a moment later. Two Glucolift in belly. Time to go backstage. Thus ends Dexcom coverage.

4:58PM. Two Glucolift in belly. Time to go backstage. Thus ends Dexcom coverage.

Zzt-zzt-zzt-zzt! LOW UNDER 55. This moment = Bubs presence required stage left. Because time for sing & dance of course. Mouth from seat in remote-enough for not embarrass auditorium section Do you feel low? Bubs mouth back I’m fine. Bigfoot not very worried, everything so new. Nothing bad ever happen stage performance entire family history. Like baby crawl into cute/wild hyena cage. All new. Curious.

There he goes. He was already doing his Cool Boys snaps. I’M FINE.

Dang. Stage left out of range Dexcom. Bigfoot turn on screen every few seconds anyway. Nothing. Maybe tiny bit more fear than hyena-cage baby.

At last see Bubs. Song & dance Cool Boys song. Not seem low. Seem OK dancer, no tipsy/sweaty/annoyed. After West Side Story + Bye, Bye Birdie songs, 6:30PM VerioIQ 299. That can’t be right. Your fingers must be Glucolifty. Wash hands 349. Hmm? Correction 2.25u (ISF 1:80; with idea drop 180 points, please.)

Wish could have seen dramatic climb via Dexcom! Sure would make fantastic hidden picture.

The incredibly good looking dancer who’s taller than the rest is B’s teacher. You can’t make this kind of person up.

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05May / 2013

Low People Problems: Efficacy of Rogaine at the Tricentennial

Hypoglycemia = long, strange trips in conversation. Take long time Bigfoot realize why fall into cuckoo rabbit hole @bedtime this weekend:

BUBS: Do you think I’ll live to see the tricentennial?

BIGFOOT: Hmm. How old will you be?

BUBS: I don’t know

BFOOT: Well, that will be in 2076—oh, yeah. You’ll be alive. You’ll only be 73!

BUBS: What about you?

BF: I’d be 105. So probably not. I hope not. I don’t think I’d like to live that long

B: Mama, is baldness (covers mouth with duvet)…genetic?

BF: I think for the most part it is. Yes

B: Do you think I’ll be bald?

BF: No. They say you’ll have the same kind of hair or baldness as your mom’s dad. So you’ll be like Grandpa Bob. Not bald at all

B: Do you think I’ll have to have chemotherapy and get bald from that?

BF: Nooo…?

B: Because I already have a disease, so I probably can’t get cancer, right?

BF: Well, anyone can get cancer, but I don’t think you’ll get cancer. That seems extremely unlikely

B: Do you think Rogaine works on bald men?

BF: No, not really.

B: Do you think Rogaine will work on bald men in time for the tricentennial?

BF: I guess it might. Maybe. There’s already something people can put on their eyelids to help their eyelashes grow, so maybe they will invent a version of that for the whole head

B: Well if I get bald, and Rogaine doens’t work yet, could I have surgery to help me grow hair?

BF: There is a surgery some bald men get, but it usually looks kind of weird. And if you were bald from chemotherapy, you probably couldn’t have hair surgery right away, and remember that electrician? He had the surgery to put hair on bald spots, and it looked really bad

B: I really don’t want to be bald for the tricentenial

BF: I think when you’re in your 70′s, you’ll have very nice hair and—

DEX: Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!

B: It says I’m 46, with the arrow going diagonally down

BF: Ohhhkay

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