Tonight for bedtime flop out, Bigfoot/Bubs not able stop read Skellig. Mother/sons agree: not like this book. Jack walk away at beginning, prefer Grammy’s Drew Barrymore wedding People magazine. Skellig-world everything so creepy. New baby in family sick. Dead pigeon in fireplace. British, but drink Cokes. Nothing funny happen. Only very curious find out what happen next. Maybe creepy bug-eating garage-dwelling man = bat. Maybe zombie (yawn!) Once find out, not need read more. Short chapters. So hard stop. In between Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 Bubs address new diabetes concern. I feel really bad for Type 2 people. Not to be rude or anything, but it’s sort of all their fault.
BIGFOOT: (Totally knowing what he means) What do you mean?
BUBS: Well, it’s sort of their fault because they’re like “Let’s get all junked up on this delicious food!”
BFOOT: But it’s bad luck too. There are a lot of people who eat junk food who never become diabetic, and people who become diabetic who don’t eat junk food at all (NB: not actually say final phrase out loud. Add in for transcript, attempt demonstrate knowledge + equanimity)
BUBS: Junked up and chunked up! Hi! I’m so chunky! But I can’t stop eating this food! Nom nom nom nom
BFOOT: It’s not that simple
BUBS: I know but it’s like everyone will think they’re fat and blame them
BFOOT: Well, people who don’t have good information could blame us too
BUBS: Keep reading
That was nice sentiment Bigfoot share in between chapters super-creepy book.
Meanwhile, this summer = 1st Diaversary. (Diarrhea!) Remember August 9th, 2011 everything impossible: puncture child with needle—>insane, inject medicine kill if make mistake OMGAYFKM?, squeezing out blood (quease), never eat w. no math except Babybel cheese (but I bake such good bread! This can not be happening.) Next level impossible: ka-chunk on infusion set (bigger needle—>new quease), fill insulin cartridge no bubbles (c’est impossible), communicate complex information to machine use only up/down arrow + OK button.
Fast forward now: Bigfoot can do all of above. ((Tip hat.)) Feel normal/normal-ish, if incompetent.
So much still feel impossible. Current list daunting:
- Take Dexcom out of box, schedule lesson (but I really think it will hurt too much and beep too much!)
- Bubs ride bike to school alone or with goofball child/no adult hoverer
- Bubs carry sugar meter + Sweetarts on own person
- Teach 1 – 2 grandparents glucagon
- Read Animas manual* (big spiral-bound one)
- Read Pumping Insulin
- Learn combo-wave thing like Joe
- Feel OK w. no sleep
Other big difference since August 2011. THEN: Are you kidding me? Why would I want to be around a bunch of diabetic people? NOW: How many days until the conference? (ANSWER = 22.)
* Look like Spanish for pump = bomba? Ricky Martin maybe comment difficult manage diabetes, despite insurance coverage para la bomba. (Mas de una poca de gracia se necessito para bomba de insulina funcionar. IBHO.)