Celebrate! For 1 year D-versary, Bubs/Jack visit pediatrician annual check ups. Vision fine. BMI fine. Wear bike helmets? Yes. Wear seat belts? Yes. Read books? Yes. Play sports? Yes. Testicle exam. Giggle. Any questions? Bigfoot reach into book bag, grab notes written back Shaw’s receipt. Yes.
Curiosity, few times check Jack BG + it sometimes normal but twice high: 140, 150. Was this right after he ate like a big hot fudge sundae or something? No. Bigfoot want investigate Jack A1c. Pediatrician agree. I’m sure it will be fine. You know, I have a son with Type 1 diabetes. He was diagnosed when he was five. Now he’s just had his second child! Swept up in excitement, Bigfoot not realize this appropriate time congratulate on new Grandpa Part II, only say Type 1 since he was five?! It seems impossible, but now I love you more than ever! Pediatrician raise eyebrows, look at floor in “well, that’s inappropriate” gesture.
Bubs move into full “Let Us Now Bond Over Our Common Experience: Type 1 Diabetes” mode when pediatrician mention chest X-ray clear, I’m sure Mary told you that means we can be sure there’s no pneumonia or bronchitis.
BUBS: Nurse Mary says diabeetus instead of diabetes!
PEDIATRICIAN: Some people say it that way
BUBS: Diabeetus?! It’s totally wrong
PEDIATRICIAN: You think it sounds weird? Well…
BUBS: And Joe Solo said “shit” to me!
BIGFOOT: Well, you shouldn’t repeat that
BUBS: He’s a Lithuanian guy, and he has diabetes, and he said that to me and he didn’t even know me! And Dr. Doughnut says, “If you want a fucking doughnut, have a fucking doughnut!”
PEDIATRICIAN: She said that?
BIGFOOT: It’s OK to tell that story, but please say “bleeping doughnut”
PEDIATRICIAN: She really said that?
BUBS: (Bursting with pride.) Yes!!!
After annual check ups, whole family out for lunch Sunnyside. Everyone choose daily special: corn chowder/kale grilled cheese on olive bread/salad. Except Bubs. Bubs choose chocolate chip pancake, Yacht Club birch beer (+chowder.) Serious trauma meal. Bigfoot restrain self, think It’s an occasion. Let him have what he wants. Now think that was stupid. No one should have soda with pancakes. Maybe OK for Aung San Suu Kyi circa November 30, 2010.
Next attend Diary of a Wimpy Kid—3rd film in series. Movie OK funny, medium laughter. Kind of distracting, Rowley big boobs. Somehow Bubs, Jack, Bigfoot decide ice cream before go home. Bigfoot think incorrect rain on carb parade, say OK. Also Bigfoot very much like ice cream. Want ice cream in mouth ASAP. Pause on way out, test BG in theater lobby. That way I can bolus you now, so the insulin will be ready for the ice cream to hit! BG 405. Merde.
Bubs very merrily trot out to car, recline passenger seat into full hospital bed, lie on tummy, pull down pants little bit. You should just inject me with a syringe.
Tomorrow: Jack to lab for A1c blood draw. Result same day? Bigfoot preternatural calm. If Jack Type 1, seem easy. Know what to do. Also, Jack very cautious/methodical. Never see someone brush orthodontic retainer such diligence. Could be whizz-bang patient. Also would probably be eligible pump immediately, not need wait six months. Parents already A+ expert. Also could train middle school staff, pave way for little brother.
Really hard imagine could be true. Only see Jack T1 as benefit Bubs, not yet able worry impact on Jack. Hope not jinx self. Bigfoot not believe in jinx.
Tentative Agenda D-Versary 2013:
Go for hike, eat nuts/steak/foraged purslane at peak, run around catch fireflies in jar,
release fireflies as moon rises, make wish for cure,
maybe buy tennis racquets.