Scheiny Happy People

Bubs arrive home yesterday many well-portioned packets fast-acting carbs.

In 4th grade, if you really love someone, you give them Wonka FunDip. (13g CHO, including the edible stick.)

In 4th grade, if you really love someone, you give them Wonka FunDip: 13g CHO, including the (edible) stick

Also <3-day, new Gary Scheiner book arrive. (Publicist send review copy, maybe because know Bigfoot fan?)

UNTIL THERE'S A CURE: the perfect book for the Scheiner lover in your lfe

UNTIL THERE’S A CURE: the perfect book for the Scheiner lover in your lfe

This book same good feeling as listen G.S. speak, i.e. friendly, accessible, practical information useful daily life. Little bit hard read part 50% gentlemen diabetes develop erectile dysfunction. But audience this book = Type 1 & Type 2, so Bigfoot decide quite certain erection part only for Type 2. Never enjoy read about long-term diabetes problem—always seem some bad, new surprise. G.S. focus on what can do (hope) instead of bad thing happen (fear.) And make Bigfoot feel so understood:

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READ IT. Gary has seen into my soul. Reading this stuff is like a foot rub. Happily, I am not a contestant on Type Awesome Bachelorette during the season that had both Gary Scheiner and Joe Solowiejczyk as contestants. What would you do?

Meanwhile, for maximum <3-Day evening romance, Bigfoot snorfle bad cold & Bigfoot Spouse up all night high BG, maybe because bubbles? Thought bubble times were over but maybe so cold in house, room-temperature insulin not warm enough. Try take picture tiny bubbles.

Are these tiny shits what kept poor Joe up all night?

Are these puny buggers what kept poor Joe up all night?

OK. No.

Halloween OK.

Jack made balloon ghosts

Haunted disco garage showcase Harry Potter, magician, mad scientist, scary mask guy, guy getting piggyback ride, kitten, Howard Stern(?), pink wig lady, pretty witch, Santa, Tim Riggins, wizard, crayon, Invisible Man, Lady Gaga boyfriend(?), dog from Family Guy.

Touch if You Dare

Butter pulled himself together, velcro-ed on a Santa costume, and was able to mingle.

These were the non-candy foods. Pizza strips are a Rhode Island delicacy–you could recreate them at home with slices of spongy white bread and tomato paste (cold) wrapped in waxed paper for an indefinite marination period. Also there were roasted chickens and chilli that friends brought.

Another not-candy: donettes on strings. 7g CHO.

After. 9:10PM. Magnanimous Jack offer Bubs favorite: Three Musketeers. Test. 88.Thought would be higher? Eat 3M. No bolus.

The best part: sorting

10PM I feel low: 45. Gah! Orange juice 20g CHO.

10:10PM I feel like I’m dropping…and I feel like…I don’t know…I just really want to know if you’ve ever been bitten.

BFOOT: Hmm? Do you mean like by a dog?

BUBS: (shrugs)

BFOOT: Well, I’ve been bitten by mosquitoes. Do you mean like by a snake? (Slowly catching on that this line of inquiry is a weird low thing.) I think this getting bitten question is a weird low thing. Do you know what I mean?

BUBS: Yeah, I don’t know. I just really feel so curious about whether you and dad have ever been bitten. I feel like I won’t be able to sleep until I ask everyone if they’ve been bitten, and Jacky’s asleep. Do you know what I mean? I need to know. JACKY? HAVE YOU BEEN BITTEN?

BFOOT: Can you prick your own finger?

BUBS: Yeah but I still really want to know if Daddy has been bitten

54. Orange juice 10g CHO.

BFOOT: Do you feel better? Less low? Do you feel the juice hitting you yet?

BUBS: (shrugs) I feel like I still really just want to know: have you even been bitten?

10:35pM: 60. Juicy Juice 8g CHO. I’m cold.

11PM: 63. Asleep Juicy Juice 8g CHO.

Why this like this. Should turn basal off? But so much juice.

11:30PM:114

12:45AM: 94. Bigfoot so icy hands reach under Bubs cozy duvet, feel around warm, warm belly Spibelt for program -50% temp basal/90 min. Seem too extreme wake up, more juice. Too extreme temp basal -100%? Too extreme do nothing. Srsly just making shit up. Choose -50% bc. halfway btw. -100% and nothing. Wish could follow gut, but gut only say pull on thick socks and get into bed.

2AM: Bubs stir. It’s okay. I’m just going to do a finger pricker. It’s okay. This will be the last one. No OK. 60. Juicy Juice 15g CHO. Worst part, aside brain damage, Bigfoot binge-watch Parenthood during hurricane. No more remain. For stay-awake aid, use Halloween episode The Mindy ProjectBetter length for low anyway. So funny but barely awake. Thick socks on. Start plan skip school–plan maybe mmm sleep late, tuna melts, salty french fries, let Jack skip school too, more time bang-up job Muscular System poster health class, mmm sleep late, maybe shave legs, sleep, eat tuna melts, mmm

2:20AM: Bubs stir II. It’s okay. I just need to do a finger pricker. It’s okay. Give me your hand. Bubs grip duvet tighter. I need your hand. I have to114.

2:35AM. Better make sure number not droop. Bubs stir III. It’s okay. Just a finger. Just a finger. I have to. Just a finger. 124. No idea if should -X% temp basal. No idea choose next step: better sleep 4 hour, maybe functional in morning or better stay awake, check again 1 hour, make sure not droop. Also need make sure not high because so much juice? No idea. Also no idea if should take Santa robe off dog?

One happy ending: “I don’t even want to eat any of this. I think people gave out expired candy because of the bad economy.”

Pancake

Pancakes

Bigfoot buy protein powder Whole Foods. Try choose least assertive flavor. Store brand vanilla seem safe; at home afraid use. Not even open canister. Leave on counter. After few day, move pantry. Close door.

Not a great ad for protein powder

Bigfoot protein powder memory stain with college evangelical Christian boy, skinny, white, big veins on hands/arms stirring water + something in cafeteria–glass after glass of little cafeteria drinking glass. Ask what is drink/tell Bigfoot “Just some protein powder.” Bigfoot look past protein glass/veins—see T-shirt. Caricature Jesus crown of thorn, carry big wood cross, slogan at bottom “Benchpress This!”

Ask Facebook what OK make this creepy powder? Bubs eat it? Smoothie one answer. More intrigue: PANCAKE. Slip into pancake. This night everyone in bed, Bigfoot try make. This pancake so delicious? Or Bigfoot just easy due to starve? (Starve due to improvise dal dinner time—gag on golden raisin.) Pretty sure pancake delicious.

PANCAKE

Whole grain pancake/waffle mix (1 cup?) + tiny blue egg + 4 brown-black bananas + vanilla coconut milk (3/4 cup?) + 2 big scoops creepy powder.

Whiz together blender.

Heat pan. Sizzle glob coconut fat/butter.

Fry pancake as if normal. Better small—banana makes extra sticky. Yet not unflippable.

Eat. Maple syrup.

Bigfoot find delightful. Think banana mask creepy protein taste. Also: not low carb. Baby step better than regular pancake. Maybe Bubs eat, maybe not. Try not get heart set on. Difficult impress this person food, only impress large Nerf gun.

Big week: Tuesday Bubs birthday 9. Friday Pump lesson #1. PREPARE: Bigfoot + Jack visit Target (Nerf). Next REI, buy running belt. Maybe Bubs pump fit? Adjust waistband smallest size, look way too big. Pocket look way too small hold pump. Also buy wrist wallet. Think Bubs carry emergency Skittle pack there.

Not Go

Still from the 4-minute Turkish animated film Don't Go.

Bigfoot attend school lunch. Morning Bubs say, I would like to eat with you, even if you don’t have time to go to Five Guys. I just like spending time with you. Very nice! Of course Bigfoot comply. Not able bring special delivery—only apple, little knife, cutting board. Sit with Bubs + bubbly Chinese classmate, literally bounce peanut butter sandwich on table between bite. Conversation around custom Lego minifigure. Fun. Not relevant friend Chinese, Bigfoot kind of provincial.

After lunch, visit Dream Nurse. 50 carbs. Dream Nurse have Bubs calculate dose, Bigfoot experience vague sensation persons gathering outside doorway during injection. It true. Tiny boy in sun yellow wheelchair there, aide beside. Vomit cover lap, Dream Nurse so compose, tell Bigfoot I guess we should make a plan for you to show me the pump next week, but I need to deal with this situation now. Tiny boy face same expression Bubs face: know something wrong, but not worry. Know adult handle it OK.

Little they know, adult so messed up: bury face in dog neck, call dog my little Irish gentleman!/ make repeated smooch noise; give insulin correction (300+ at dinner)/cause tank in night (55), force awake sing Yaz “Don’t Go,” (inspire by PCFF film class film)–try force drink orange juice/eat candy corn, then force brush teeth–let sleep fifteen minute, test again (64), make up let’s see if it goes up more in ten minutes instead of wake up/force eat (85), decide ten more minutes? Sure; research slack lines/poplin shirt/LL Bean Signature/feel bad about eat too much mini eggs at Arts Night; did ten minutes go by yet?/I don’t know/Check the meter!/three minutes/Is it time yet?(73)/Should I give him more candy? Seven? Seven candy corn? They’re only two each? Hear spouse say, “Sweet pea? I have to wake you up now. You have to eat more candy.” Hear Bubs cry in sleep, then, “It’s only five days until my birthday!”

Bigfoot have second thoughts $20,000 hypoglycemia dog. Even dog make mistake—New Yorker article re face transplant mention drunk woman wake up, find golden retriever ate lips/nose while passed out. Bigfoot not sure what dog think, but sure dog good intention while eat owner face. Hypoglycemia dog maybe just one more being Bigfoot second guess, get in line behind self, spouse, endocrinologist, Animas representative, cousin-in-law push fish oil, Drs. Weil/Oz, Sam Talbot (egg white blueberry thing), et al.

For good news: chocolate So Delicious coconut milk now in little lunch box size: 9g carbs.

For shocking news: one month supply test strips: $435.

11:15PM blood sugar 107. Formulate plan: let’s check again after some Daily Shows and as long as it’s not going back down, let’s say we’re in the clear/Okay?/Okay/Yeah. I just want to to be over/Yeah.

Rich + healthy: good

Have fun. And don't forget to tape Skittles to your butt!

Away from diabetes, everything so simple. This trip offer added layer simplicity: everything free, have as many $300 dinner/ $17 Diet Cokes* as desire, sign name and room number, done. Plan ahead when eat not matter. Carb count not matter. Price not matter too! Musical selection (Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Billy Ocean, Sade) not matter. Bigfoot mistake Billy Ocean Suddenly Lionel Richie Hello–not matter, no ashamed error. Enjoy all. Not feel guilty, only calm.

Bigfoot realize this hollow, maybe tired of ease by tomorrow, become homesick. For now so nice experience life as wealthy, disease-free socialite. Today, yesterday, day before, day before that, barely think of family.

That not true. Think of family, but never how feel right now, left behind, no lady in house. Only think they would love it here! They would go on all of these water slides and hide in the underground aquaria (Bigfoot really choose that plural) and they’d make friends with these other kids and then run from pool to pool to swim some more and <—fantasy stop; think impossible keep track blood sugar/hypoglycemia all-day swim, impossible let Bubs have fun while maintain awareness location, parent ride adjacent inner tube Lazy River? Attach water-resistant emergency Skittles Bubs–duck tape Ziploc bag on buttock? Sand get in pump site? Change to syringe/pen when go on beach trip? It OK switch back and forth? Pfft. So complicated. Much better stay home, eat rice cakes peanut butter/banana, swim one hour YMCA, for thrill buy Lego.

Bigfoot Skype spouse this is so relaxing. You have to go on a vacation by yourself. I have never been this relaxed. You would not believe how calm I am. Bigfoot spouse not comprehend, tell story of Jack purchase hideous Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup theme t-shirt. Next day Bigfoot spouse revisit idea, email I was thinking about what you said about going on a vacation by myself…do you think I might see if Kim could come over for an hour while I go out on my bike? <—By share this, Bigfoot mean illustrate paltry expectation “me time.”

Surreptitious check out every bare belly Atlantis beach. Thousand abdomen, maybe more. Find zero insulin pump. Skinny brothers running in ocean, race to family chaise, munch out on Bugles, one brother have blip on abdomen, heart soar: this fellow enjoy beach-time fun. Detach insulin pump while swim! Quick break for intoxicating junk snack! Sunshine. But nah. It just a minimally disfiguring birthmark.

*Not accurate. Diet Coke (can) $4. $300 dinner serve 3 famished adult.

Semblance

I never worry about Heejun.

School pick up time, Bigfoot realize upon get in car: forget sugar test kit. Clock read 2:37. Pick up time 2:40. Already late, ETA 2:42. (2:07 Bigfoot decide necessary bake Swedish apple pie-cake.) Think self, it’ll be OK, Bubs will just want to come home to play with his Legos, and it looks like it’s about to rain anyway.

Arrive school 2:41. Bubs feel good playground juju. Difficult choose: endanger child by allow play/not have sugar test kit/die vs. endanger child by remove fun/life not worth live.

BFOOT: (Calling to son who is skipping toward playground.) Wait. Wait a minute. Did Dream Nurse just test your blood sugar?

BUBS: Yeah. I don’t know. Yes

BFOOT: Do you remember what it was?

BUBS: No

BFOOT: Do you remember if it was high? Or low? Or normal?

BUBS: It was normal. It was kind of low. It was 87

BFOOT: Before you run away, eat these 

BUBS: Woo-hoooo! (Speaking loudly, hoping someone will hear him and become envious.) Sweetarts! Blue ones! Orange ones! (Skips to playground.)

97 + 7 Sweetarts

Bing! Email from Dream Nurse arrive. 2PM test 97, not 87. Begin process of switch worry over to too high. He’s going to be too high.

By time get home, 137. Eat normal snack: rice cake, peanut butter, banana. Swimming in 1/2 hour, so give insulin but leave 20g carbs uncover for swim buffer. Then give five m&ms. (Red/purple. Dark chocolate variety.) This as scientific as get.

Swim, dive, somersault forward/backward, tread water 75 minutes. End of swim lesson I feel low. 66. Save life with Starbursts. Up to 112. Then dinner time: up to 160. Eat 150g cooked Barilla Plus penne (=60g carbs) with dinner. Very carb. Switch worry over to too high. He’s going to be too high. Carb total for dinner=125g. A LOT! 1:15…8u covers 120g…seem OK. Begin tell self soothing tone: he’ll probably be high at bedtime but it won’t last for long so don’t worry, it’s just the pasta, it’ll be OK.

Bedtime: 65. Bigfoot spouse give peanut butter cracker and milk. No! No no no no no. That no way treat low. Spouse confuse real hypoglycemia with medium-low bedtime number. Test again 15 minute: reach 70. Bigfoot try get Bubs eat spoonful of honey. Bubs game, sound like treat but texture make gag, now honey all over sheets (flannel.) Bigfoot lick honey off of sheet, beg spouse bring glucose tabs, Bigfoot retreat watch American Idol with neglected elder child, happy Heejun still on show. Eventually Bubs up to 100. 10PM, almost asleep.

 

How be so clean

Just some bloody stuff, used lancets, and candy

Bigfoot read many fun diabetes post about find test strip everywhere. Recently empty one coat pocket. This unfunny picture of contents (left). Other places bloody test strips gather Bigfoot home: clothes dryer lint trap. Between floorboards. Every pocket: bathrobe, coat, pants. Read one post test strips clog garbage disposal, permanent damage therein. Now make sure not put down there. Bigfoot continue put tea bags there. Wish luck.

A solitary pee strip in the dishwasher

Never cognizant of until see in photo, but often use meter instruction manual as blotter paper. When Bubs fingertip bloody after test, usually wipe on Bigfoot palm. If blood very copious, Bigfoot steer Bubs toward instruction booklet. Then blot booklet on palm, forearm, pants, all three. Rub blood in until invisible. Jeans make good wiper. Pink cords not so good. Realize unclean but never develop habit have tissue handy. Already lap so full juggle all equipment, slide all over place, finger pricker fall to floor, so hard balance all item, how add tissue into repertoire this point? Same time, know not good plan continue this manner.

Bigfoot think most diabetic person eventually develop method to kiss fingertip, perhaps audible kiss, very casual, seal off blood flow with kiss. But for child with bloody finger, more likely hold out to mother take care of. This mother not envision self kiss blood. Gag with spoon. Dream Nurse, of course, always have fresh Kleenex on hand for blotting needs.

Landmark achievement for hygiene: find ketone strip in dishwasher silverware basket. Turn stomach little bit but if keep open mind, this much less disgusting than rub blood all over self.

Cereal, milk, and chocolate chip banana bread: also not recommended

Other issue plague Bigfoot is diet. Call Wise Friend from Whole Foods parking lot, ask if any grand breakfast plan. Friend say diabetic child eat hard boiled eggs. Practically perfect. Not want say out loud what past ten days (as random sample) typical breakfast. But will say now because want absolution: toast, butter, jam, milky black tea. Mitigating factor: it homemade bread and fancy jam. Also this: tea sweetened with stevia. Fact remain, this totally shit breakfast. Worst possible breakfast–tie with Froot Loop + Mountain Dew.

Wise Friend ask, “Would Bubs eat humus for breakfast?” Are you fucking kidding me? He won’t even eat humus at a normal humus time. Wise friend ask, “Maybe he would like the Whole Foods turkey jerky.” Uhhhuh. “Would he eat the tamari almonds? They’re so good, and I was just reading that of all the nuts, for some reason almonds are the best for [kids/protein/diabetics/mornings--not sure what Wise Friend say, so much good information slip into ether], and the tamari roasted almonds are just so good.” Interesting. Thanks. I’ll try that. But think: this too hard. Then Wise Friend ask, “While you’re in there, could you look for some bars of dark chocolate with toffee, sea salt, and no nuts for me?” Yes. That I can do.

While confess crap breakfast, here some more Bubs greatest hit: granola with vanilla almond milk. Toaster waffle with maple syrup. Honey Nut Cheerio/milk. Oatmeal/brown sugar. Oatmeal/maple syrup. Oatmeal/brown sugar/maple syrup.

Over weekend decide make faux Egg McMuffin, use Macheesmo instruction (find on Pinterest.) Idea is make 12. Freeze in specific manner. Reheat in specific manner. Have nice diabetes breakfast ready at all times. Bigfoot so risk averse, make batch of 3. Delicious! Downside, Bubs not interested. Bigfoot and Bigfoot spouse eat. Next plan is make entire package turkey bacon, meter out over few days serve with mini bagel. This idea stolen from another diabetes idol.

The most vile and most coveted Valentine treat in the land

Tomorrow Valentine’s Day. Jack give classmates FunDip. Everyone in class agree: let’s just give each other FunDip, OK? And don’t bother signing the card. Bubs’s school follow excellent no-food-allowed policy, give classmates Lego Star Wars valentine–just small flimsy paper feature minifigure portrait, four designs. Usually Bigfoot like give boys junky heart-box Valentine candy. This year, give Bubs medium-small Star Wars Lego + one Lake Champlain caramel heart (7g carbs). Jack: knitted hat with brim (think Bruno Mars must wear, not sure why else Jack want this clothing item) + one Lake Champlain caramel heart. For spouse, one sack Cadbury Minieggs + instructions for where/how hide. For dog, breath mint chew toy/brain teaser. Maybe Bubs sad not have FunDip, but even through tears recognize superiority Lego over Bruno Mars cap/breath toy.

Wellness Policy Good

Please stop making a bad time for Bigfoot's child. And those other kids with issues matter too.

Today Bigfoot learn entire school district adopt Wellness policy. It forbid cupcake/chips/anything kid would want for birthday celebration, also forbid sell candy/cake/anything kid would want at school for fundraiser. Hooray! It not surprising Dream Nurse help write policy, work get it passed by school committee. This have very little do diabetes. More for allergies and obesity.

Whatever–Bigfoot love Wellness policy. But no celebrate yet: principal at 4th + 5th grade elementary school drag feet on implement policy. Bubs attend this school next year. Bigfoot want principal implement in time for September 2012.

Bigfoot desire gather army of freaks, like Portlandia’s Food Allergy Pride Parade. Term “freak” very affectionate: Type 1 diabetes include. Also include: lactose intolerant, gluten free, celiac disease, wheat stimulate latent autism gene, kosher, vegan, halal, basic chub, obese, etc. Best case scenario, Michelle Obama come help Bigfoot, maybe give heirloom seed for garden, Bigfoot and Michelle Obama on cover Whole Living magazine in modest (probably vintage Liberty of London fabric) tube tops –world not able determine who have better arms.

Below paste email exchange Bigfoot/Principal. It interest to almost no one, but maybe help Bigfoot find other parent with similar concern? Salient factor from Bigfoot point of view: Principal not acknowledge slow implement agreed-upon policy. Really drag feet! Also: call Dreamschool “extreme” (when actually Dreamschool only following rule agreed upon by whole town.)

From: Bigfoot
Sent: Monday, February 06, 2012 10:45 PM
To: Principal
Subject: Food treats in school

Hi Mrs. Principal,

I’m the parent of a 5th grader (Jack Bigfoot) at Cupcake and a 3rd grader (Bubs) at Dreamschool. Jack loves Cupcake and Bubs is looking forward to starting at your school in the fall.

Bubs has Type 1 diabetes, and we know from two other T1 kids at Cupcake that the school nurse provides great care and we’re so grateful for that. One thing that has me worried is how often food treats are shared as part of the Cupcake school day. As a student at Cupcake, Jack has had so many sweets, and that has been fine for him. (And fun!) Jack has even had sugary treats as part of class assignments–for example, to learn the phases of the moon: nibble varying amounts of frosting off of 12 open-faced Oreos and line them up to illustrate how the moon waxes and wanes. This assignment did, honestly, help him learn the moon’s phases. But for obvious reasons, I prefer the food policy at Dreamschool. (There is no food sharing at all, not among students and not with teachers or at classroom parent/PTO parties.)

Although I was one of the first parents to grumble when Dreamschool stopped allowing birthday cupcakes and holiday parties with food, now that Bubs is unable to take part safely, I really appreciate the policy. I am sure many other parents (of kids with nut allergies/religious beliefs banning certain foods/obese kids on special diets) prefer their kids not eat food from unknown sources as well. I am hoping that since Cupcakes is, like Dreamschool, an elementary school, a policy more like Dreamschool’s might be adopted. Is there a chance Cupcakes will consider this change?

 Thank you so much for your attention.

Bigfoot

From: Principal/To: Bigfoot/Sent: Tuesday, February 7, 2012 11:53 AM/Subject: RE: Food treats in school

Hi Mrs. Bigfoot, Perhaps we should talk in person about this. However, I am hoping we can do this @April/May as my schedule is so packed right now??? Let me know if this is OK.

Thank you!

Principal

From: Bigfoot
Sent: Tuesday, February 07, 2012 1:14 PM
To: Principal
Subject: Re: Food treats in school

Yes! Sure, I’d love to meet. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.

After writing to you, I learned that I didn’t have the whole story. Dream Nurse told me about the Dreamschool-style policy that is in place for the whole district, and the next step is for concerned parents/facutly/staff/kids to advocate for its implementation.

Should I call your office to schedule an appointment? Would having other concerned and interested parents attend be worthwhile?

Bigfoot

And this…

Mrs. Bigfoot,

Yes—please call the office. My schedule is so variable. You might want to read the policy. I think it has been posted on the Barrington web site. Dreamschool is more extreme than the actual policy.

I do prefer to meet with each parent separately. Thanks and see you soon.

Principal

And this came from Dream Nurse:

I am the nurse representative in the district for Wellness Committee and have worked on the writing and passing of the new Wellness Policy that addresses this. This policy was recently revised and approved by the school board just this past fall which covers the concerns you have. There is a policy in place, so discussing the implementation of this in the schools is the next step. All administrators are aware of the policy. Maybe the best way to approach this is to read the policy so you are informed and then contact Mrs. Principal for a meeting to discuss your concerns as well as how is the policy going to be implemented next year?  Working with the PTO at Cupcake may be a good way to discuss the fundraisers and other events and celebrations.

Two Unawares

Revealing the unpoked real estate.

It not enough say, “Hypoglycemia can suck it! We have Starbursts!” It necessary say, “Hello hypoglycemia, welcome to our gentlepersonly world. How may we serve you? Will you be needing some extra insulin after your sugary treat?”

Bigfoot 98% unaware why hypoglycemia so bad. Blithely think it, sure, brush with death but easy enough notice/fix. Have some vague inkling long-term bad effect hypoglycemia exist, but not know about this bullshit. (Hypoglycemic episode desensitize body, require more insulin over upcoming time period of unknown beginning/duration.)

Lately Bigfoot and Bigfoot Spouse get cocky with improvise dose. Since Bubs require much less insulin when swim, begin nuanced fudging other areas, think total pro move. Smug. For example: if Bubs low before dinner, treat low. Once over 80, allow eat dinner. Tabulate carbs, ratio, then perhaps subtract one unit insulin from total since so low at beginning of meal. Read little notebook at end of day, compliments galore: “Ohhhh, I see what you did here, with the 1:20 instead of the 1:15. Smooth. Nice one.” That not right. Very bad.

High low high low high low. Wonder what this feel like to person inside broken body? Bubs always say it feel fine. Maybe notice feel low, maybe not. When high, feel no difference. Bigfoot try make game during glucose meter count down, see if on subconscious level Bubs aware high/high-ish/low-ish/low:

5

BFOOT: What do you think it’s going to be?

4

BUBS: I don’t know

3

BFOOT: Well, how are you feeling? Want to make a bet? I bet it will be 97

BUBS: Eh. I don’t know

2

BFOOT: Want to make a guess?

1

BUBS: Nah

Shown actual size.

Bigfoot also unaware test strip control solution expire three months after open. That a bitch. Why not just say expire every month, make easy remember? Or include complimentary bottle in test strip box? Theoretically, test strip useless if not have fresh control solution. Also: Bigfoot family pretty much never use control solution. Lulled into complacent, believe strips work OK.

So uptight/nervous, yet so careless/ineffective. Bigfoot also misspell non sequitur and Orla Kiely yesterday, also criticize person never met for blankety blank (no need repeat–it hearsay) when try so hard turn new leaf with say nice things about assholes.

Some information: Candy

Not so appealing to the mother

Get coat pocket, swim bag, book bag ready. Bigfoot really not want be one mention chocolate not good hypoglycemia cure. That one more diabetes injustice. Bigfoot remain inexperienced, cavalier. Chocolate must have some benefit. Not as good as sugar packet/glucose tab, better than butter on rice cake or pepper jack cheese.

One TicTac: 0.5g

One M&M: 1g

One Skittle: 1.5g

One candy corn: 2g

In a perfect world, Cadbury Minieggs would SURPRISE! be found inside 1 of every 5 glucose tab jars

One Cadbury Miniegg: 2.5g

One Necco wafer: 3g*

One Starburst: 4.5g

One Hershey’s Kiss: 5g

One watermelon Jolly Rancher: 6g

One gummy worm: 7g

*irrelevant—no one eat Necco

Bigfoot say other thing

Bigfoot sure this not right placement Pinterest button

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