Waiting for hot chocolate at The Sunnyside. #177.

Bubs high a lot over last 24 hour. Correction bolus. Minimal effect. Maybe infusion site bad. Change site. Correction bolus. Still high. Maybe insulin bad. Change insulin. Correction bolus. Still high. Call Dr. On Call. On Call doctor say give more insulin, call in two hours if still high, maybe pump not working. No still high: 167. 167 OK.

Wake up 207. That high, and that STUPID. Bigfoot know it OK not able explain everything. Liver, broken pancreas, growth hormone, complicated ballet variables, so forth. But still: SO STUPID. Before breakfast: 184. That almost OK. 3 hours later: 306. Call Coro Center. Receptionist chuckle warm-heartedly; catch in middle of YouTube break?

Here it comes

RECEPTIONIST: Coro Center etc.

BIGFOOT: Hello, this is Bigfoot. My son Bubs is a patient of Dr. Doughnut and he has been high a lot and I would like to talk to someone about his insulin doses

RECEPTIONIST: (catching chuckle-breath) Dr. Doughnut is on vacation until Monday

BIGFOOT: I know. I thought maybe I could talk to Julianne Moore or The Runner

RECEPTIONIST: Julianne Moore and The Runner are also on vacation until Monday! (Cracks up)

HUMORLESS BIGFOOT: Well, we called last night and the doctor on call helped us, should I call the pager?

Does this beverage cause permanent high blood sugar?

RECEPTIONIST: You’re not going to believe this—-(laughing)—-the doctor on call is also on vacation!

TOTALLY HUMORLESS BIGFOOT: That doesn’t make any sense. There must be someone on call

RECEPTIONIST: Ah yes. I see. I guess I could have one of the doctors who works with Dr. Doughnut call you back

BIGFOOT: Yes, please

Why not go straight option D) a doctor who works with Dr. Doughnut–waiting for Bigfoot give up on get help? Maybe “the doctors who work with Dr. Doughnut” is Coro Center slang for Brown University undergraduate bio lab. Just when Bigfoot about get all wound up righteous fury, blood sugar beep: #133.

If Bubs high, undoubtedly say feel fine. Act fine too–run around, play Lego, not seem tired/slow. Love read this—high blood sugar feeling from articulate adult perspective. Tell Bubs, “Cute Kerri with the blonde hair you know from the Expo you met her she was really nice? With the panda on the rocking horse and pretty like a princess but in jeans? She wrote an essay about how when she has high blood sugar it feels like there’s molasses* instead of blood in her veins.” Bubs: what’s molasses? You know, like in gingerbread. That slow, sticky stuff. Huh. Yeah. I guess so. Could I read it?

(That incorrect. Actually sticky jam + heavy cream.)