Butter, 11 months before surgery.

While visit Cape, Butter with babysitter. Dog bite Butter (dog.) Biting dog name Sugar! Bigfoot know—seems like should get along, make shortbread. But now Butter in surgery. (Sugar fine.) This how come to pass BG disaster du jour. No one test Bubs until 10AM. Part because somewhat distraught. Part because distracted: one person drive to vet while other person drive Jack to camp. Other part because not equipped handle extraneous intrusion—only can do diabetes.

395.

Of course Bigfoot not able hold tongue. That’s why we test him as soon as we get up! & other sharp wisdom. Realize it not matter how got this situation. Now dog in surgery! Son super high blood sugar! Who can say how many hours Bubs exist this height. Check notes: 10PM 168. 12AM 192. Correction 0.15u. Then: nothing.

Now in complicated math tangle.

So.

10AM 395. Correction: 2.15u.

11AM 321 (correction probably working=good); eat 50g CHO, bolus 2.5u.

12PM Just checking in, make sure correction still working. 431! Crap. No ketones. Yay.

Inject 3u old-school syringe; trou already drop (site change) so not mention re-introduction of Mr. Orange Cap.

New site, new insulin. Prime. Fill cannula. Await improvement.

Look at that vast empty space. 

12:30 eat 78g CHO. Pump recommend 3.9u if BG normal. Bigfoot bolus 3.9u, assume syringe correction will gobble up 300 mg/dL of 431 mg/dL part of situation. So consider BG normal for math purpose. Yes?

OCCLUSION! NO DELIVERY! Hard not imagine pump speak all-caps message in whiny, beleaguered grocery clerk voice. PRICE CHECK AT AISLE NINE! Check site. Check tubing. No occlude. Try bolus again. PUMP NOT PRIMED! NO DELIVERY! PRICE CHECK AT AISLE NINE! Prime already perfectly primed pump, try make pumpbrain happy. Fill cannula with 0.05u for good measure, keep up ruse of correcting failure to prime. Bolus 3.9, 3, 2, 1, 0. Ahhh. Breathe.

1:30PM 165. That really fast: down 100 points per half hour. With beans, cheese, whole wheat tortilla, chocolate milk in equation too. Plummet or normal? Maybe 3u in syringe too much. Because probably something got through with earlier correction. But how much? Crap. Not know. No way know. Breathe.

Also now Bubs feel like total crap, look like damp noodle. Pallid with rosy hint of slight sunburn. Breathe. After lunch, play ping pong. After few serves, decide just want to volley, no score. OK. After few volley, need move table into shade. After volley in shade, move to swing set. After swing, play Creationary. After 2 turns each, depart from game not say anything flop on couch, stare at ceiling. Bigfoot sure BG skyrocket from lunch, decide most likely all of insulin in fridge spoiled—maybe too cold? Must be why Bubs feel so noodle. That when see 165.

Now will check every 30 minutes. This experience make Bigfoot think pump too conducive mystery. Long for straightforward days syringe. When only way child not get insulin is because adult forget.

GOOD THING(s)

• Dream babysitter BACK IN ACTION! Walks, sees, everything OK
• Delicious smell of peanut butter graham cracker on child breath
• Handsome man painting front porch bring Bigfoot iced coffee
• 1h. after 165, 89. Italian ice ready for low
• Always more opportunity handle novel situation w. smart/graceful: water slide party at 4PM