Endo Notes

A1c

The A1c technician had scrubs in a lovely shade of orchid. We appreciate solid color scrubs in pediatric medicine. In the hospital we encountered Spongebob Scrubs, which made the whole scene feel like a really tedious birthday party BUT WITH IVs.

Yesterday = quarterly Endo appointment.

As usual, sift through scrawl after appointment, try remember new tips re How to Be.

Rate of Digestion

He seems to digest his food slowly—it seems like it takes more than two hours. (Do you mean the insulin peaks after more than two hours?) No, I mean the food continues to effect him for more than two hours. But that could be good. It could mean he is not eating a lot of junk food…

BUBS: I love junk food!

…because you know, we’ve learned that high fiber foods stay with you longer, provide a more sustained energy source.

Bigfoot kind of put off by this kernel. Seriously, endo think Bigfoot family not aware dietary fiber? Also: what to make of Bubs’s allegedly slow digestion? Seems normal digestion for Bigfoot science because food/insulin both last approx-but-longer-than 2 hours. Was this some endocrinological mutterings or was information for use? And if latter, what use?

4′ 9.25″/ 77.8 lbs.

Hmmh. He has grown taller, but has not gained any weight since last time; and that time he had lost some weight since the previous appointment. (And is that ok?) Yeah, it’s fine. He’s probably just very active. You might want to try to give him more to eat, but look at him: he is not skin and bones. Well, maybe try to feed him more but don’t worry about it. His BMI is still normal.

Again: this A Thing? This mean maybe not enough insulin for body store new muscles/fat? Seemed more like casual front-porch musings than actual directive.

Thyroid

Yup, thyroid’s still there. No need for any hormone replacement yet.

Damn! Should have asked if allegedly slow digestion is thyroid clue. But then would gain weight—like what happen w. Oprah.

extreme close-up of FINGERS

extreme close-up (FINGERS)

Callouses

Dexcom buzz w. blood drop icon while in appointment, Bubs test for callibration. Endo notice Bubs’s Fasclix method of click-click-click instead of just one click at deeper setting. Bubs likes setting 2.5, even though takes multiple tries. Bigfoot use 3.5 @night, just one pop & DONE. Endo agog: Bubs, you should not have to poke yourself that many times! Doesn’t it hurt? (Bubs shrugs not really. That’s just how I like to do it.)

Then endo examine fingers. Did you know that you should never be ashamed of your callouses? They’re what makes it possible for you to get pokes that don’t usually hurt. Then this: See this? He’s getting too close to the center. Bubs, you shouldn’t be poking here. Go more toward the fingernail, stay to the outside. There are so many nerves at the center of your fingertips and you don’t want to create nerve damage.

Well, shoot. Everyone know that. Learn in hospital. But sure enough, examine Bubs’s fingers up close, callouses creeping toward center. Sorry. Maybe some benefit if become classical guitar player?

Dexcom G4 Platinum

Apparently Bubs this endo’s 1st patient w. DG4P. Marvel at size. Report transmitter much larger than Medtroinc’s transmitter. Does it bother you at all?

BUBS: No!

ENDO: Not even when you’re sleeping?

BUBS: Nuh-uh

ENDO: Do you wear it all of the time?

BUBS: Yup.

ENDO: Doesn’t hurt?

BUBS: No

ENDO: Does it hurt going in?

BUBS: Nope

ENDO: It is kind of a pain having to carry another device?

BUBS: I don’t care

ENDO: You have to carry it like a necklace?

BUBS: Or on my Spibelt with my pump

ENDO: Do you ever feel like you could do it like some kids wear it for three days and then take a break for a month?

BUBS: No, I like it.

While underway, questions seem kind of geared toward DG4P disillusionment, but afterward realize questions are for help Endo know what tell other parents/kids. Tell them like Macklemore: This is hmm-hmm awesome.

Bolus Insulin/Basal Insulin

Vaguely remember ideal is maybe keep amounts pretty even? Like…if 9 total units basal/day, should bolus 9 units/day. That even true? But as Endo delve into unknown areas pump, notice bolus much more than basal. One day he bolused 22 units! So make some adjustments: oomph up morning basal, decrease breakfast insulin. Also decrease dinner insulin from 1:15 –> 1:18. Like that.

Sites

His sites look great. Perfect. You can keep using just your bum. That’s fine.

A1c

6.1. That tiny peep higher than last time. Probably insignificant.

They Just Keep Coming

On way out, endo call in next patient. Sweet little mocha cream puff of girl dressed in hydrangea shorts-tank top, foldover ankle socks, sneakers/dark circles-eyes mom/actively weeping abuela clutching crumpled tissue wad.

Bad. Worse. Worst Possible.

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The Purple Happy Friends could represent almost anything. The fish tank definitely represents a toilet.

Toilet.

Even if poop there already, still room for pump. It gravity law. Help! My pump fell into the toilet and I can’t get it out because there’s poop in there! (I’ll get Daddy.) Moment later Daddy walk toward Bigfoot, pump on towel held in front, tubing still connected naked Bubs, three people stand stare at each other/pump in hall wonder what next.

Answer is 1) disconnect from child 2) alcohol swipes 3) wash hands 4) reconnect. EXTRA CREDIT: change tubing/moisturize.

(Also: yay Ping! <–When Blues Clues man Ping promotional video demonstrate waterproof, kiddie pool = euphemism for shit-filled toilet.)

Doubt.

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For calibrations: split the difference?

Love VerioIQ because headlight. But lately trip over many mentions VerioIQ legendary unreliable/reads high. Sort of with tone of “everyone already knows that this is a cool- looking meter but that it doesn’t actually work.” Then notice in own life so often VIQ way higher than Dex which—while perfectly appropriate blood meter few hops ahead interstitial fluid meter yadda yadda yadda—just make Bigfoot doubt veracity whole operation.

Dex display blood drop icon; calibration: DEX 112/VIQ 150. Enter 150. Then Dex 137. But kind of want tell Dex you know VIQ is exaggerating, right? I mean, that’s part of your algorithm, right? Maybe it Bigfoot job downgrade VIQ#—especially when calibrating.

Very unwise read Amazon reviews VIQ (notice no link) because quickly devolve into person saying tight control not matter, can attest because experimental chemotherapy drugs injected into his (plural body part) (periodicity) for (famous diabetes problem not cancer).

For now, Bigfoot hope VerioIQ not any more unreliable than any other meter, because approx. 1,000 test strips in closet.

Death.

Over course of past 19? months, Bigfoot slowly convinced T1D = huge hassle but not so, so scary. Today Riding On Insulin fundraiser email arrive w. theme Jesse Alswager. First time heard name. Google show 7th grader obituary, “died from Type 1 diabetes.” What/how? More google, online discussion, other D-parents so sorry ask, but wonder why dead, what #, what ketones, what-what-what. Then this:

“There is nothing to really tell you other than the autopsy really proved nothing. He bolused insulin at 11:00 am on a morning that felt like nothing different. He said he wasn’t feeling great and wanted to stay home. I figured it was because he and I had stayed up late and watched Kindergarten Cop laughing the night before. When his dad came to pick him up he found him slumped over his bathroom sink at 3:30. No time for a coma. No warnings. No vomiting from ketones. NO NOTHING.”

Bigfoot never hear of this. Not only not hear of healthy-fun-adorable Jesse Alswager until today, but also not hear of child just die no reason/no DKA/no hypo. Cardiac arrhythmia like ____ in bed or other thing or what? So so so so sad. Also so curious. Jesse Alswager’s mom JDRF activist/ROI Director of Development w. blog here.

Maybe nobody mention Mystery Deaths because nothing to do except feel terrible which proven 100% ineffective against death. Also maybe because anybody D or no-D could die Mystery Death, impossible prove T1D as cause? But. Oh. Jesse.

Humuliation

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I love my big dummy.

Bad cold + yesterday no school = Bigfoot never get dressed. Luxury of spouse home, turn off brain & rest. Most of day in bed, House of Cards.

This morning, everyone leave (school). Snuffly Bigfoot rise. Stare breakfast dishes. Start make post-Nemo grocery list. Gloves, boots, coats all over floor. Not sure where begin: clean? Shop? Eat? Walk dog? Brush hair? Every task too difficult—maybe back in bed, more House of Cards? Realize need change insulin cartridge today. Usually do this before dinner. Might as well fill cartridge now, allow time bubbles rise, ready for action 5PM.

Then see this

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Something’s not right in the cartridge-change supply basket.

Then look again, closer

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That is orange for sure.

Call Bigfoot Spouse on school telephone because feel EMERGENCY juice skittering through veins.

School secretary so kind, “I’ll have to go find him, I think he has cafeteria duty.”

BIGFOOT: Thank you! I’ll wait!

While secretary find BSpouse, realize this not emergency. If emergency, would drive Bubs’s school, replace Humulin R w Humalog, consult spouse later. Only emergency is desire rip spouse new one. Yet self-awareness not induce magnanimity.

BSPOUSE: Hey babe, what’s up?

BF: Did you, you didn’t, did you, no, could you have, did you put this orange insulin in Bubs’s pump?

BSPOUSE: Shit

BF: You did? Do you remember when you did it?

BSP: When I changed the cartridge the day before yesterday. Shit. I’m sorry. I thought it was just some kind of new packaging

BF: Seriously? We also have Lantus. Would you have put Lantus in his pump?

BSP: No, but this one had the same name, and I didn’t want to wake you up to ask, you were so tired

BF: It’s not the same. It’s ORANGE. The one we use is BURGUNDY

BSP: But the name is the same: Humalog

BF: It’s not! Ours is HUMALOG and the one you used is HUMULIN. Gahd!

BSP: Well why do we even have it?

BF: So you just found any old thing that starts with H-U-M and injected it into your child! (Drama!)

BSP: What is it even for? The orange one?

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Hum vs. Hum: ho-hum?

BF: It’s from when we had Dr. Doughnut. She wanted us to have it on hand for some kind of emergency. I don’t know why I saved it***. I’m throwing it away. It’s all at room temperature now anyway, since the storm

BSP: Okay, babe

BF: You should feel worse!

BSP: I feel pretty bad

BF: You should be crying!

BSP: Okay

***That not true. Know why saved. Because film Life for a Child  make throw away insulin feel criminal.

That why Bigfoot cleanse brain/heart/spirit this experience with donation children in need insulin, diabetes care via Spare a Rose, Save a Child campaign. Donation frankly small: $17. Took three seconds, paid with PayPal.

In terms public health, share money IDF much more helpful than hoard wrong kind of insulin.

Meanwhile, since 1PM yesterday, BG#s all in range, so Bigfoot not rush over school change cartridge. Maybe Humulin R not so bad.

Blizzard Brain

Don't celebrate that new site too soon

Don’t celebrate that new site too soon

Evening: Bigfoot Spouse drive BSpParents’ home for move logs before blizzard. Nice son.

Then Bigfoot realize time for change site. Bubs prefer Daddy but Mommy OK. So NBD, Bigfoot change site. And since impending blizzard, and since no school tomorrow, and since not usually change site, celebrate one icy glass whisky. One! (Tiny!) (& so icy!) Sorry so whisky-defensive.

Then finish make dinner.

Pots simmer, snuggle on sofa with boys, watch last night’s Modern Family. (<–link as if so obscure program.) When everyone laugh, Bigfoot nostril prick up for strange fragrance.

Oh dear. It Bubs’s breath. Not nailpolish remover smell. More like time Bigfoot throw yo-yo in wood stove for get revenge on child not pick up after self, dog chew up yo-yo, Bigfoot chuck in fire, total nihilist, no concern environmental pollutant, pure yo-yo rage. Sorry, earth. But that why intimately familiar burning plastic smell.

Check ketones. No. Blood ketone meter. Nothing.

Then Google “type 1 diabetes breath.” Only find ketones/acetone smell stuff. Then write email endocrinologist.

breath

This is impossible to read. It just describes the plastic smell.

Then begin worry. Then test BG. 279! Up 100 points since change site! Decide bad new site. Concurrent w. dinner ready.

BIGFOOT: Before you bolus for dinner, I should change your site. I think I gave you a dud

BUBS: Awww. Can’t I at least EAT first?

BFOOT: Well, I guess you could if I give you an injection with a syringe now, and then we can do the site after dinner…

BUBS: (huge freak out Daddy, Daddy, I want Daddy to do it, why are you so mean to me? Why can’t Daddy do it? I bet this site is fine, I was just sitting still for too long, why are you so mean to me? Why do you want to hurt me, etc.)

BF: (tries to stay calm, then thinks I hope no one accuses me of being drunk from that celebratory whisky, also what the fuck am I going to do if he doesn’t acquiesce? And Who knows how long it will take to move a blizzard’s-worth of logs? And I guess I could sit on him and convince Jack to bring me a syringe and a bottle of Humalog, and let’s spend at least ten minutes pretending to be calm before wrestling and dragging Jack into this)

BUBS: I SAID okay! FINE! Do the site. Just don’t give me a syringe!

BF: Okay. Show me where you want it to go

BUBS: Just do it!

BF: Well…I think you probably want it on your bottom, so I need to be able to get to your bottom (Suckah! I knew pretending to be calm would work!)

BUBS: FINE! (lies on tummy, pulls down pants a tiny, dignified bit)

BF: This side?

BUBS: No! NO! NO! The other side!.

BF: I’ll put the alcohol on and let it dry

BUBS: (thinks he hears a car in the driveway) DAAAAAAAAADDY!

EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED DOG: Rrrrrrrrgh.

BF: It’s not Daddy. Butter’s barking. And I don’t think Daddy will be back for a while. You know, he’s helping Pop move logs

BUBS: I KNOW! Thanks, Mom. We get it. It’s nice that he’s helping his parents. Gah! Just do it! 3, 2, 1…

(Kachunk)

BUBS: (screams) AAAGH!

BF: Was the alcohol not dry? is it stinging?

BUBS: TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! Daaaaaaaaddy! You are terrible at this! Why are you doing this to me?

BF: Okay. I’ll take it out. Is it stinging?

BUBS: You’re not pushing down on it hard enough

BF: Okay. Okay. It’s out

The winner of the evening is these acceptable low-carb tortillas, eaten with ('almost as good as the ones from a can" refritos)

The big winner of the evening is these acceptable low-carb tortillas, eaten with “‘almost as good as the ones from a can” refritos

Then again. Kachunk/SCREAM. Then again.

BUBS: Ahhh. There. That’s a good one

As soon as new site official, correction bolus. Bubs say I’m sorry, Mama. I don’t know why I was so upset. Bolus for dinner**

Catch breath. Remember soon after diagnosis, meet other T1 parent in Whole Foods for sympathetic, welcome to T1 club latte. This nice person mention trouble of little things like you can never even really have a whole glass of wine. Now Bigfoot think: celebration whisky destroy ability insert site? Just bad luck? What if need drive emergency room, Spouse buried under log avalanche?

**15g! Low carb tortillas! Rated A+

Drop

I tried to make this as zippy as a Dex7+ screen for you.

Same problem again. Not change site soon enough. Medium high/normal/high-ish all school day. After school change site.

Before dinner 370. Correction via syringe. Kick self not change site before agree Choco Taco (31g CHO) after school snack. (Too busy pat self on back for idea eat tantalizing dessert earlier in day as step toward better midnight.)

How do you feel? Fine. I’m fine.

GOBBLEDYGOOK: 60 minutes pp: 270. Too fast? Optimal speed? ISF 1:80. Dinner = 25g CHO. Correction 3u + dinner 1.5u (@ 1:15—not v precise bc syringe.) Difficult gauge lad physiology bc new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book arrive, just flop/read.

Maybe not worry speed, simple gratitude BG< 370. Maybe beer. Maybe herbal tea. Maybe cocoa. Maybe half cocoa, half coffee.

I am doing my best.

Meanwhile, Bigfoot reunite w LogFrog bc need help adjust doses + wish good impression new endo + LogFrog email reports so, so tidy. LogFrog app improve? Easier use. Nice. Recommend for any family dongle problem.

High BG lethargic or Greg Heffley lethargic?

Graph in picture, above, not so helpful except for make parent glum, but non-graph email report very easy for doctor/anyone read.

Yesterday Jerry the Bear video take Bigfoot breath away. For brief time. Not sure recommend watch video. Not good for tender heart.

Video first time out loud why so hard teach child importance health care: the ramifications don’t happen until later in life; it’s not something you can rationalize to a child, it’s really abstract and it’s scary…Realize Bigfoot never/rarely admit self future maybe health problem, always think day-to-day how feel, no pass out hypo, able concentrate school, carry Skittles pack, wash hands, micro micro micro. Jerry the Bear totally macro.

THREE MORE YEARS!

This thrillingly humpy course makes real people say “whoo-hoooo!” like people in a cartoon.

Bigfoot not say anything election except

BIGFOOT: Good morning. Barack Obama won

BUBS: He’s still the president?

BIGFOOT: Yup, and he’ll keep being president for four more years

BUBS: I think that’s when I’ll be eligible for a T-Slim

BIGFOOT: You’ll be able to get a new pump when you’re twelve but there won’t be a new president until you’re thirteen

BUBS: Wait. I was only eight when I got this pump?

Meanwhile, independence happen. Small piece woods near home. Short jaunt on foot/bike. Something change. Precipitated Jack first phone. Now Jack, Bubs short bike rides alone. Juice box, phone Jack’s pocket. Bubs not interested phone, indifferent carry juice. Bigfoot squirrel away Skittles packs Bubs’s pockets/pretty sure Bubs not remember/think eat Skittles time of need. Jack so conscientious. Bigfoot trust.

But. Feels loose, careless. Time teach Jack glucagon pen? Maybe sight giant needle, feeling of needle puncture practice lemon ruin Jack willing bike ride w brother sans chaperone. Or maybe normal family train capable sibling glucagon w/o question. Maybe ridiculous not train Jack yet. Or maybe eleven too young learn skills for save brother life. Very mature, responsible; also very squeamish, cautious.

And this woods. This woods Bigfoot always consider for other children, only walk through w. dog. This woods other boys dig pits/mounds for bicycle thrill. Sometimes leave shovel lean against tree mark territory. Not usually see boys (nocturnal), but when catch rare glimpse, look BIG. Old. Maybe 14. Big guys, small bikes, fat tires. Thrilling terrain, thrilling back-story, whole thing feel illicit.

Snap! Cold weather, bubble issue reemerge. Think this because Bigfoot home “room temperature” not warm enough–BRR!–maybe build cubby w. independent heating system for store current-in-use bottle insulin? Need some kind of reverse Frio, stable 72 degrees.

Good Things

It’s in there somewhere

Snorkeling w Pump

Wetsuit give impression complete competence. So tight, hold pump against belly. But once begin move around, user may find pump work way into crotch. Quite uncomfortable. Eventually work down leg, rest below knee. Comfortable.

Snorkeling tip: begin with pump below knee. May also useful surfing.

Reenactment

Spikeless Granola

Weigh 50g granola. Bolus for granola CHO + 5g CHO for associated milk. Watch Minecraft videos 25-30 min. Pour milk on granola. Eat. Residual milk–> perfect for distract emotionally disturb dog when UPS man arrive.

Spikeless granola tip: this plan work 2 day in row. 80ish pre, 115ish 2h post. Solid.

Until tonight, my loves.

 

Appropriate Caregiver Nightwear

Parent up a lot night/cold house require warm pajamas. Before diabetes, winter slumber Bigfoot rely on flimsy nighties, extra blanket. Last winter (i.e. 1st winter w D) unable purchase real  pajamas: matching flannel top/bottom. What wrong with world today? Standard pajamas now=flannel bottoms, T-shirt/henley top. This style confuse Bigfoot. Bra? No bra so immodest. L.L. Bean flannel pajamas perfect. Also pour homme.

L.L. Bean flannel pajamas fashion tip: pajamas huge. Order smaller size. Not shrink in washer/dryer.

Insulin pump in crotch of wetsuit pose

Kill before betrayal

The guy on my kachunker/site change bag looks pissed.

School nurse call. While ago, Bubs think low. 294. Correction bolus. 319 before recess, 1 hour later. I thought you should know.

Although sure endocrinologist would say one hour not enough time determine if correction working…Bigfoot pedal to school, same time Bubs merrily dance down hallway, converge at lobby, enter office together. Another child in office, doing something with Arm & Hammer baking soda and paper cup. Nurse kick baking soda child out. You can come back in a few minutes. Okay, honey?

When Bubs pull down pants little bit for site change, Bigfoot hope nurse not looking. Even though really like nurse. Regular child bum no big deal. Little bum covered speckles medical injury feel too personal, too fragile. Parent eyes only.

Rewind pump. Change insulin cartridge. Meanwhile Nurse chatting Bubs, “Soon you’ll only have to wear a thing like a watch, and that will do all of this for you automatically.”

BUBS: Oh, no. I’d hate that—would it warn me before it poked? Or would it just be like CLICK! AAAAGH

NURSE: There won’t even be a poke. It’ll just be able to measure your glucose through your skin

BUBS: (Shrugs)

BIGFOOT: Like with vapors?

NURSE: And anyway, soon there will be a cure. Definitely in your lifetime. That’s a sure thing

The site that betrayed me.

Bigfoot similar: confident cure soon. But wonder why nurse think so. Not usually medical person make cure statement. Imagine online nook diabetes world never seen, except by this nurse. Pull off old site–no angry pink/red/humpy, no kink, but little bit seepage clear-ish blood-ish fluid—white zinfandel of body fluid. Quease.

Know site malfunction rooted in desire cling. Bigfoot wish keep this site forever: two consecutive nights gorgeous performance: asleep 102, awake 113. For example. Wake up, feel million buck. Why site suddenly quit? Too old. Site give up. Fill w. white zinfandel. Everything ephemeral. No use cling.

Nurse call again hour after site change, Bigfoot not include pretzel sticks on carbs list. Srsly? Every day write salami zero, cheese zero, pretzel sticks twenty, granola bar fourteen…

BIGFOOT: Sorry, the pretzels are twenty

NURSE: And he’s down to 201, so the new site seems to be working fine

BIGFOOT: Oh goody

Whenever something start working, feels like ease into cool water on hot day. Such relief. No more feel agitated, feel like I think I’ll make a peanut butter and jam sandwich and read Malcolm Gladwell’s article about Jerry Sandusky. Must remember: not grow too fond this infusion site, even if BG in sweet spot 70-120 48 full hours. After 48 hours kill it. Remember. Quit while functional.

Yesterday read Gary Scheiner’s column DiaTribe newsletter, about two ways diabetes ruins a life. Bigfoot definitely more toward 2nd sort of ruined. Probably every parent in online community same.

Bubble Puzzle

Why are bubbles still forming in my cartridges?

It not only Bigfoot cartridge—Bigfoot Spouse cartridge same issue. Pertinent bullet point:

  • Current vial insulin room temperature 8 days before fill cartridge
  • Spend Great Deal time flick, press out bubbles, examine by bright light until really, really sure cartridge look pure water, no fizz, no speck
  • Change cartridge every other day. More if Bubs crazy high

Over the course of 45 hours, several problem areas have developed. I included this picture in full size to illustrate the enormity of the bubble issue. Is the knot relevant? There’s not usually a knot.

Promise, promise bubbles not in cartridge when insert freshie into pump. Few hypotheses:

  • Some wrong thing with how Bigfoot attach luer lock? Always feel overly casual–no click. Just tighten as much as desired? Maybe this when air happen. Maybe not tight enough
  • Could be problem of fill 200u cartridge only 100u?
  • Too much back/forth with plunger while try purge air—>could introduce air?

Bubbles! Bigfoot wish eradicate bubbles.

This happy man recommend tap tap tap while load cartridge, tap tap tap while prime tubing AND/OR fill cartridge night before, purge air bubbles next day after bubbles have chance accumulate/merge. Hmmm. Bigfoot will try. Also like this tip from UK bubble discussion board: I just make sure that the pump is always upside down when in use so any air bubbles I’m unaware of float to the opposite end of the cartridge away from the entrance to the tubing <–bravo for clever! Would be good consideration for future Ping clip designer.

Idiot reform

Original art. You may reuse it!

Whoa. Bigfoot only read this article  because include Graham Roumieu illustration. Not notice otherwise. Lucky day: it re anxiety, author of popular Monkey Mind anxiety memoir. Suck this gobstopper for while:

I should define “idiot” for our purposes. I don’t mean someone of low I.Q. or poor academic abilities … By “idiot,” I mean … an impractical and unreasonable person, a person who tends to forget all the important lessons, essentially a fool, one who willfully ignores all that he has learned about how to come to his own aid. A person who is so fixated on the fact that he is in a hole that he fails to climb out of the hole.

Read this inspire Bigfoot finally reprogram pump. (Also many helpful comment/emails encourage.) (Realize not medical advice.) (This also not medical advice.)

Ta-dum! Suddenly clear: no benefit cling old basal program.

Now wonder: how many basal segment too many? At what point segment become meaningless–one hour? Two? Half? Bigfoot settle on five segment bc fit on one screen. Tidy! Also change I:C ratio tiny bit lunch/dinner. Also, just for strut stuff, change daytime target: 110 not 120. Independent. Boo-yah.

Tonight: 82 mg/dL bedtime, peppermint tea w. 1/2 tsp honey (3g CHO + 1g for splash almond milk). Last night bedtime 79 mg/dL, gave 15g because of IOB—>300+ by 11PM. Bigfoot not fall that trick again.

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Spend hunk today boys RIIFF. Friends have student film in show, then DXOne world premier!

Wish every T1 parent see this 18 minute film. Favorite scene: fumble in dark for child finger, test BG. Something about see blood droplet finger squeeze on film make Bigfoot experience feel more real. Like first time alien meet other alien—or first time meet real person also love Julie Hecht! (Not happen yet.)

Actor/son + film director there, so kind. Actor awesome DIABADASS T-shirt, gray on soft black American Apparel. Bigfoot wish for sale. One of kind, natch. Actor present Bubs “Diabetes Sucks” keychain made from resin/bottle cap pound flat w. mallet. Delight. Bubs love coarse language! Place on meter case zipper pull. Bigfoot present actor 1/4 eaten jug Glucolift Orange Cream.

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Final stretch summer. This week: clown around. Next week: D Camp. Next next week: FOURTH GRADE.

 

 

 

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