School pick up time, Bigfoot realize upon get in car: forget sugar test kit. Clock read 2:37. Pick up time 2:40. Already late, ETA 2:42. (2:07 Bigfoot decide necessary bake Swedish apple pie-cake.) Think self, it’ll be OK, Bubs will just want to come home to play with his Legos, and it looks like it’s about to rain anyway.
Arrive school 2:41. Bubs feel good playground juju. Difficult choose: endanger child by allow play/not have sugar test kit/die vs. endanger child by remove fun/life not worth live.
BFOOT: (Calling to son who is skipping toward playground.) Wait. Wait a minute. Did Dream Nurse just test your blood sugar?
BUBS: Yeah. I don’t know. Yes
BFOOT: Do you remember what it was?
BFOOT: Do you remember if it was high? Or low? Or normal?
BUBS: It was normal. It was kind of low. It was 87
BFOOT: Before you run away, eat these
BUBS: Woo-hoooo! (Speaking loudly, hoping someone will hear him and become envious.) Sweetarts! Blue ones! Orange ones! (Skips to playground.)
Bing! Email from Dream Nurse arrive. 2PM test 97, not 87. Begin process of switch worry over to too high. He’s going to be too high.
By time get home, 137. Eat normal snack: rice cake, peanut butter, banana. Swimming in 1/2 hour, so give insulin but leave 20g carbs uncover for swim buffer. Then give five m&ms. (Red/purple. Dark chocolate variety.) This as scientific as get.