Bubs nine now. Happy Lego. Sushi Express dinner. Avocado maki. Miso soup. Green tea ice cream tempura, “9″ candle, Chinese Sushi Express owner sing happy birthday song. Happy.
Today Wednesday; no school. Bubs attend huge birthday party brother/sister twin friends. Bigfoot sit in sunshine, deck, host and hostess so nice, bring water/pizza/chocolate pretzel/plenty cheez doodle. Bigfoot work little bit. Mostly worry. Carb(how much?)-injection(guess)-running around(low?)-cake (high?)-2nd injection(mistake?)
When this get better? Know from read, answer is never. Never get better. Always hard. Sick of. Sick of hear self complain. That why seek always better diabetes app, better wicker creel, better breakfast, better better better. Never better.
Bigfoot know many nice person, cut Bigfoot lot of slack. Today so sunny. Perfect day for party. Host, hostess make Bigfoot feel at home, not dork with medical supply hovering in creepy fashion. Before diabetes, Bigfoot probably characterize adult stay at party with needle bag Big Creepy Helicopter Loser. Bigfoot lucky most people not mean like Bigfoot.
Tomorrow Bubs’s last normal day for while. Friday skip school for Coro Center/Animas pump lesson #1. Shudder. Bigfoot learn insert tiny tube under skin. Hope not barf. Know pump good. Trust pump improve health, improve life. Know lucky insurance provide pump. But dread learn how use. Not even use remote control Bose radio–climb up kitchen stool, reach top refrigerator, use regular on/off button instead.