Wake up 65, ready eat breakfast. Deep breath. First up: 8g CHO restorative juice. Roll right into 34g CHO food. Bigfoot Spouse decide wait for bolus until after eat, enter 65 for BG, 42 total carbs. Get significantly reduced dose for low BG. That seem fine.
One Phineas y Ferb later, Bubs hungry again. Time for school OK something quick: cracker peanut butter? Chocolate milk? Nahhh, I only want toast. Not have bread. I guess I don’t need anything then. Sure not want chocolate milk? (Bigfoot think so generous offer.) No, I don’t really want anything. Hug dog goodbye. Get on bike. Cheerful.
On ride (< 1 mile), crazies begin. Why are you so mean to me? Get away from me!
BIGFOOT: (to Bubs’s back) Are you sure you don’t mind riding by yourself?
BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) Oh, and by the way…(punches Bigfoot bicycle basket)
BIGFOOT: (to Bubs’s rapidly departing back) Hey, okay. I’m sure you’ll be okay
BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) If I weren’t on a bike, I’d KICK you (pedals off into the distance)
BIGFOOT: Okay. I’m going back home. I’ll walk Butter, so I’ll be right here on the street if you need me
BUBS: (yelling) I don’t care!
BFOOT: You sure you know they way to go, which side to ride on?
BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) I’m sorry Mommy! I’m sorry! Please will you still ride with me?
As begin ride together, Bubs switch back to Why are you so mean to me? You’re always taking my picture and I HATE it. It’s because you hate me. Why do you always have to be such a jerk? I hate you and I hate Daddy and I hate Butter. Jacky is the only one who’s ever nice to me.
Bigfoot just listen, realize must be BG issue, because so irrational say Jacky nicest. Get almost to school before tirade end. Bubs begin make left turn, Bigfoot say whhhhhoa there’s a car. Car (maybe driven by friend?) stop in time, not too drama, not screech brake, but Bubs obviously careless. Bigfoot mouth SORRY! in direction driver seat, difficult see though tinted window. Pedal rest of way bike rack not talk. Bigfoot stand under tree near bike rack. Think how suggest check blood sugar without piss off more. Wait see if Bubs come over for hug/parting insult.
Bubs come for hug, ask for help fit helmet in backpack. Bigfoot ask why don’t we do a quick sugar check over at the picnic table? Approach gingerly. Feel like try feed wild rat small crouton, but less disgusting + more necessary. Bubs acquiesce. I’m sorry Mama. At picnic table, Bubs test but get Error message. Oh boy. Pink One Touch Mini really asking for it! Bubs try throw meter, Bigfoot catch before hit ground. (Skillz.) Fine! I’m never going to test again! Forget it! Storm off toward school entrance. Cross crosswalk without wait for crossing guard OK signal. Hear crossing guard say, “Good morning! Next time make sure you wait for my signal before crossing, okay?” See Bubs trudge into building, head down, angry shoulders.
Bigfoot Choose Your Own Adventure* story include:
1. Go into building too, suggest visit nurse for BG check (but since he’s already pissed off at me, that might enrage him, and he might yell at me in front of his classmates, and then be embarrassed forever and/or get a reputation for being a public freaker-outer)
2. Call nurse, ask nurse visit Bubs before class begin for BG check (but that might turn him against the new nurse, also might give the nurse a bad impression that will haunt him all year)
3. Trust Bubs will ask help if feel low (even though riding his bike in front of a car and crossing the school driveway without following the crossing guard’s rules demonstrate a lack of self-care?) and if grouch because high, nurse will catch at normal 10AM-ish pre-snack check
Bigfoot choose #3.
10AM nurse email.
MORAL OF STORY COULD BE: a diabetic child who is hungry for toast in a house with no toast should be strongly encouraged to choose a different food.
OR: a hypoglycemic child who is feeling crummy will eventually ask for help and it is okay to back off and let them figure it out
OR: don’t roll right into breakfast with a BG under 70
OR: don’t include the restorative juice in the carb count, even for an EzBG
OR: please be less dumb