Whoomp. Bigfoot tiny adorable neighbor diagnosed yesterday. Tiny A. Neighbor father know Bubs’s T1 situation. Call Bigfoot.
Try not say too much but probably blurt way way way too much. Try focus on “Wow! That’s great that you caught it so early.” Hope remember say, “I’m sorry this is happening, but everything will be okay.”
T.A. Neighbor Sr. say I guess I really just have one question: how is this going to change our lives?
So sorry blurt. Remember saying, “You’ll just have a little backpack of equipment–a small one–that you bring along wherever you go. Just like how you bring a diaper bag;” but then also say things about ratios, math, weighing food, way too much detail, cringe to remember mention change dose if run around a lot vs. sit still vs. excited vs. sniffle vs. flu, deep thoughts on Joslin vs. private practice endo vs. Coro endo, blurt blurt blurt. Fortunately, Bigfoot not see sad news story until after phone call. Probably blurt that too.
Tiny Adorable Neighbor fine. Not need stay in hospital. Maybe not even need insulin? That ever happen if catch so, so early? Honeymoon–> Supermoon?
After school, Bubs deliver tiny jar tiny chocolate chip cookies did you make sure to mark these with the carbs? to T.A.N. doorstep. Maybe not A+ gift idea for occasion. Tomorrow Leighanne’s book scheduled arrival Amazon. Bigfoot plan read, absorb, share.
A roasted chicken
Extra Dessert Delights chocolate chip mint ice cream sugarless gum
Macrame medical alert ID bracelet
Case of mini-Diet Coke