Hijinks!
10PM Bubs 89. Bigfoot decide stay up read about Mitt Romney boarding school hijinks/sadism until 1AM to make sure not go too low. This not political. Mean low blood sugar. Low twice at school. Medium-worried for low while asleep.
1AM : 339. Wash finger. Check again: 332.
Correction bolus 1.45u. Now need stay awake, make sure bolus a) work and b) not work too much. Next assignment, 2:30AM. If 100—need worry too low. If 200—need worry correction too small. If 300—need give additional correction, stay awake worry correction not work/work too much. Bigfoot not able determine number allow sleep. Maybe 150 OK.
Happy, yet worried. Also sad.
Earlier, for special times, Bigfoot take Jack Bobby McFerrin concert. Reader realize Bobby McFerrin not sing Don’t Worry, Be Happy since 1988, now perform jazz standards? Life full surprises when not well-informed, attend random free shows. Whole special Jack times, Bigfoot think about friend throw self from Tobin Bridge. This so sad, and so infuriate. Really, it none of Bigfoot business. Memorial service tomorrow, hope not say stupid things mourning children. Unfortunately ever since receive free Bobby McFerrin tickets, develop bad habit absently whistle DWBH, least appropriate theme song for anyone this paragraph.
I’m sort for the struggle you’re having re: your old friend. As for the overnight BG, well, we are in the same boat. So hard to function on so little sleep.
What number do you pick for “OK to go to sleep 2 hours after a big correction” ? I picked 200-something, figuring he was at least on the way down. He woke up at 89. I’m being too obsessive. I wish I would shut up! Shutting up.
HIJINX! (ugh)
i have no magic number to share with you for sleepy times. i’ve actually gotten to the point where if i’m on some wack-ass shit, i usually just set my alarm for 1.5-2 hours and squeeze some sleep in if i can. i’ve gotten better at this over the years (going back to sleep), and couldn’t have managed it in the early days. sigh.
i hope bobby brought you a bit of happy at least. if he didn’t do something like this at the show you saw, then please enjoy it in video form. it never fails to make me smile: http://vimeo.com/21504484
sending warm thoughts to you for the memorial. now that i am on the receiving end of so many unfortunate comments from people who don’t know what to say about a kid with diabetes, i find myself much more neurotic about not saying the wrong thing for people going through struggles (as you mentioned in your post).
as for your comment above about being obsessive, i can totally relate. it came to a point where i was sick of hearing myself talk about it (and think about it) but i simply could. not. stop. i’ve found that only in the last 6 months or so, i’ve been able to back off from mentioning it in ever conversation. i don’t know how or why, but maybe it’s just time? i dunno. just wanted to let you know you’re not alone in feeling like you’re being too obsessive because i can almost guarantee that anyone reading your blog has felt that way at some point or still does.
Shannon, thank you so much for this video! It made my day. The drop of water in the beginning took my breath away. What an elegant lovely man! If I get to share something with everyone else in the world, a special musical scale suits me just fine.
Anyway, about being OCDiabetic, oh man isn’t it just a living hell? You guys with diabetic children – I don’t know how you take it. It is hard enough when it is oneself, but at least no one else gets screwed by the inevitable brutal randomness of this “condition” My pregnancies with each of my 2 kids is the closest I came to what you D-moms must go through for years on end. It was the only period of time I actually gave controlling D every-single-thing I had (kids are now 25 and 27 and magically not diabetic!). Rest of my days I was wildly pursuing my bliss over hill and dale, Diabetes take the hindmost. Not a great idea of course, but I’m not sure I would change it. Freedom is so precious; joy – such a great reason to do things?
Anyway, hats off to you guys. And thanks for sharing your struggles and joys with us. Really sorry about your friend, Katy. I burst out laughing at my dad’s funeral (wasn’t suicide) if that makes you feel any better. (In life he was the kind of funny that has people chuffing for breath and tears rolling down their cheeks.) Was sitting there when suddenly I felt this bolt of energy spiral up through my chakras and flash out the top of my head. Felt like pure him, crusty exterior shed. Saying goodbye, I guess? Probably I am nuts.
hey linda! you’re so welcome!
glad to hear your kids are doing well! and thanks for sharing the story about your dad’s funeral. when we went to spread my mom’s ashes on a lake, a huge gust of wind blew it all back towards our faces and all we could do was laugh because she always loved a practical joke, so she woulda laughed her ass off at us choking on her ashes.
I couldn’t tell you anything that people said to me (good or bad) after my mom died. It was a complete blur and it all somehow faded away (self-preservation perhaps?) My sister and I were 13 and 11. I do have letters though, and I’ve read them off and on through the years to glean whatever scraps I could, about who she was as a person and what she meant to people.