Opening night! 4:30PM seem auspicious time rhubarb crisp: beautiful day, performance in evening, rhubarb crisp = Bubs’s favorite food, & 112/arrow diagonal down. Pre-show also ate low carb tortilla + black beans, farmer’s cheese, carrots.
Before leave house for theater, quick check of Dex reveal who is superstar of rhubarb bolus.
Hour later: Bubs appear from backstage blackjack game, find Bigfoot auditorium. I feel low. Sigh. 65. Dex concur. Post Fun Dip hustle backstage for more blackjack. No re-check? Mom, I’m the DEALER. And it’s really fun. I kind of like the independence of it. Of being away from me? No. Of being a blackjack dealer.

It was blue Fun Dip—not a great choice before appearing on stage. On account of it turning the eater’s entire lower face region blue.
BIGFOOT: Take this extra Fun Dip with you
BUBS: Nah
BF: What if you feel low during the show? You don’t have to carry the meter. If you feel low again, just chug the Fun Dip. Or you can check the Dexcom, and then chug the Fun Dip
BUBS: Mom. No. Nuh-uhn
BF: What would you do if you felt low?
BUBS: I’d tell someone to get you
BF: During the show?
BUBS: (Shrugs)
Bigfoot give Fun Dip director’s assistant. Probably useless gesture.
Soon enough = showtime. See Bubs 2nd scene. Look like feel ok, but head down. Difficult discern well-being because role is act cool. Cool, aloof? Or verge of faint? Turn out looking down because little trouble (snag) pull comb out of jeans pocket for choreographed hair combing move. He was just trying to get the comb. He’s fine. <—It Bigfoot whisper spouse.
Show fantastic. One idea for improve.
After show, Bigfoot tell Bubs so happy, so proud of, was it fun? Like perform with big audience? What best part?

Let’s not even play this game. Or let’s! The Fun Dip was too much OR the rhubarb crisp had a delayed punch OR the excitement of performing made cortisol course through his veins OR the excitement of being a blackjack dealer did it OR he’s getting sick OR the tubing got kinked during a costume change.
Wait at least five minutes before ask Did you look at the Dexcom at all during the show?
BUBS: Yup
BIGFOOT: Was it helpful?
BUBS: (Shrugs)
BFOOT: Did it get in your way at all?
BUBS: Nope
Arrive home, Bubs hungry and high, big bolus. Go 240-191-69-66 within one hour. Think that can’t feel good but Bubs seem OK with it. In morning, Bigfoot can see in notes Spouse up all night administering Juicy Juice.
WTF? Post-show high not require correction bolus some reason? Because not high from food, but high from stress? But what is high BG if not high blood glucose i.e. sugar—regardless what spur rise?
Meanwhile all night Dexcom in & out of function. Sensor Day 3. Just when think maybe better pull sensor/start over, sensor work again & accurate as all get out. Dang. Only make Bigfoot love more.
In morning, Bigfoot sleep late because migraine (irrelevant but pity always welcome)—causing pancake delay. Bubs wake up 122, then Minecraft happily while wait decrepit mother beat egg into pancake form.

This one means to illustrate the inadvertent basal testing, but maybe more illustrates the sensor spacing out on its job. CLUE TO THE SENSOR: He doesn’t wear you just because you’re cute.
This create inadvertent basal testing. Breakfast normal day = 7AM-ish/today 9:30AM. Climb 122 —>250 (250 on VerioIQ, 245 on Dex) interim. So perhaps make basal rate higher 5AM – 8AM? And breakfast I:C ratio lower–or higher–however describe less insulin per CHO. Clearly require further study.
OR maybe preferable just eat food at 7AM, keep same program.

Thank you, Type 2 house guest of friend, for leaving this behind on your recent visit. And thank you, friend, for passing it along. I never, ever would have tried it on my own.
Meanwhile, pancakes situation. Every, every day Bubs eat that eggcake. Love the eggcake. And also love this fake maple syrup. Currently mix 1 tsp. real maple syrup + 1-2 tsps. fake. Bubs adore. Would happily eat sans real maple component but Bigfoot afraid then pancake breakfast too low carb. Jack like fake syrup now too. Bigfoot not sure how feel about Jack eat Splenda, but think Bubs’s case probably for best.
Matinee now! C ya.
I wish I had seen this on Beta Buddies before opening night.













































