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.

Low Blood Sugar vs. Sportsmanship

Not 61, not 52, not even 74: 124. Just a bad mood.

Bubs flop out on floor halfway through fencing tournament. Bigfoot impress self: stay calm, cool, enter emergency mode. Low blood sugar! Test. Bubs get 124. Damn.

Bigfoot fondest wish blame bad sportsmanship on blood sugar, but it not possible this day. Fencing teacher encourage Bubs finish tournament, feel “sense of accomplishment!” Reluctantly agree.

Small people fencing fun to watch, only because when score, see cute little gauntlet fist pump and hear “yessss” through spooky hornet mask. At end, Bubs win green “Sportsmanship” ribbon. Bigfoot have hard time not laugh when Bubs cry, “I didn’t even win eighth place!” Tears streaming down red, red face.

In car, test blood sugar again: 71. That low, but not low enough explain away ferociously pissed off mood. I HATE FENCING! and YOU HATE ME, THAT’S WHY YOU MADE ME COME! and FENCING IS SO STUPID!

Bigfoot ineffectually say over and over, “No, it’ll be OK. You know I love you. Come on, it’ll be OK. Oh, honey. You know that’s not true” in allegedly soothing voice, try channel Ma Ingalls. Half Pint freak out sometimes too.

Meanwhile, Bigfoot complete 2011 insurance medical supply hoarding cycle. Most impressive: lancet tally—1,122. Probably last three years, since Bigfoot, Bigfoot spouse, and Bubs never remember advance barrel until lancet too dull penetrate calloused fingertip.

Stocked

Blue Cross usher Bigfoot to exit from insurance heaven

I thought you were my BFF.

Yesterday Bigfoot spouse learn Blue Cross change insurance rules. Begin 2012, no longer free ride after meet Out-of-Pocket maximum, now have copay for all prescription. Bigfoot like take opportunity hoard free drugs and needles, squirrel away as many as can before December 31. But it tricky.

Bigfoot realize Bubs spoiled with luxe, open bar access fancy no-see-needle lancet system and fancy fresh insulin on tap, but new ordinary insurance status feel cruddy.

The $40 copay Rolls-Royce of lancing. Witness the civilized 6-lancet drum, which magically keeps anyone from ever having to see a needle.

Not get all political, but Blue Cross blame new rule on Obamacare, which make illegal charge copay ordinary customer for preventative care. Before recent change, Bigfoot family in superior category bubble away from ordinary customer who pay for annual physical. Now they not pay. Blue Cross decide make up for lost income this way: pop bubble, make all people pay for more shit. Result: torture darling skinny little diabetic children with cheap, visible-style needle lancet.

Take long view, this not real problem. If Bubs not like cheapie $10 copay lancet, Bigfoot pay-fancy lancet $40 copay. Bigfoot family survive. Still feel bad because realize footing insecure: maybe insurance take away more and more until boil syringe on stove and reuse like ancient times. If not like insurance rules, not as if have alternative. Once begin down deprivation road, pretty sure wind up on road Cormac McCarthy The Road.

The ballyhooed $10 copay lancet device. It doesn't look so bad, but needles come shooting out of it.

Bigfoot realize lucky have affordable access health care. Realize posh-for-some insurance system not fair. However, Bigfoot more comfortable in unfair system with Bigfoot family near tip-top, not feel at ease in so-so system for all. This not match Bigfoot stated ideology. Bigfoot a total hypocrite. In addition learn Bigfoot hypocrite for health care policy, also become pro-death penalty after read about Penn State pedophile case.

Lunch box reprieve

The Karsashian wedding cake is over six feet tall, with a flavor to please every guest

Bigfoot and sons excape to Brewster for time of alleged Barrington blackout. Barrington (most resident) now have power but Bigfoot already plan make lemonade of the lemon that be refugee status. Now make lemonade no good reason but for like drink lemonade.

Boys love being at Grammy and Grandpa Bob’s. Part of it is this: it’s spacious and clean and everything in it is nice, with three notable exception: writing implement, coleslaw, and breakfast cereal.

Diabetes a bit awkward here. Grammy winces at the sight of even innocuous lancet tool–she not yet see syringe. Grandpa Bob want take Bubs aside all of time, tell him he so special, he so treasured. Many relative, including daughter, wife, and brother in law, have told him this results in Bubs feeling sad. He not want to be set apart from group as sick. Want to tell Grandpa Bob, if unable to treat him like other grandchildren, send large Lego sets to Bubs at home.

Can't stop reading Mad Magazine---> waiting 15 miutes for blood sugar re-check no problem

Best part of day for Bigfoot, purchase new bicycle for Bubs. His bike very small and rusty. This a shiny new bike, get also matte kelly green helmet, do not know brand but have spade logo sticker. Bubs obviously love new bike. Our family not get many new equipment because live with Craigslist enthusiast. It a relief to just buy a nice bike, at a shop, no weird meeting point. Bubs so happy on this new bike. Idea is use for communte to school.

School plan begin September 6th, also plan day for Hurricane Katia.

Where Kashi Go

Frozen Chicken Scraps Kong: zero carbs

Bubs fine. Nice blood sugar. He never over 150 today, his lowest is 72. That a low, but it not so low. This feel some kind of achievement.

Bigfoot unable sleep for long time now. It terrible for stay positive. Mid afternoon Bigfoot eat avocado-kinawa salad, still hungry, eat yogurt, feel sick to stomach. It not hunger Bigfoot feel, it tired feeling Bigfoot mistake think hunger. No food bring Bigfoot back to full awake. Require sleep.

Endocrinologist say no need test Bubs at 2AM now. She say he be fine in night. He have correct Lantus dose. Bigfoot not so sure. What if have exciting, happy dream? What if sweaty nightmare? Blood glucose not drop in such case? How this differ from exercise situation, physiologically?

Bigfoot send email own physician, ask if OK take leftover Ativan as sleep aid. She say sure, as long as only handful of times, “Or, if you prefer, I could prescribe Ambien.” Bigfoot write back, “Yes, please. Ambien.” Not mention have been trying Ativan as sleep aid and it not work. Bigfoot not want move top position list “Warning: Narcotics Abusers/Possible Drug Salespersons” physician hang by fax machine communicate with CVS pharmacy HQ. (Bigfoot have large supply Ativan left over from old times when such hardships as “having to go on a cruise” qualify as unbearable stress.)

After drug exchange, Bigfoot still tired. Try eat Kashi Go Lean cereal with vanilla almond milk as energizer. That stupid. Kashi Go Lean #1 at enhance slug feeling. Try 2nd small bowl. Slug galore.

Other diabetes problem very small, not serious, not expensive, but give Bigfoot experience of not trust insurance company. BCBSRI say we using lancet and test strip supply too quickly. It true BCBSRI provide generous amount, enough for 10x daily blood test. Bigfoot explain need use many blood test strip and lancet for learning, check often, also make multiple error because new to scene. Meanwhile, school nurse need have large supply on hand for smooth function office space. Endocrinology nurse say she call Blue Cross, many hours pass. Care to place bet on result?

Bigfoot say other thing

Bigfoot sure this not right placement Pinterest button

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