09Apr / 2013

Once you go black…

Yesterday after school: no CGM. No clip case.

Left pocket? No. Right pocket? No. Back pocket? No. CGM inside Spibelt w pump? No. In backpack? No. Did you take it off? No. Did you have it when you got back to school after reading to the first graders? Yes. No. I don’t know. No. I’m not sure. Yes.

Dexcom G4 mirages are everywhere.

Official: CGM missing! Retrace steps. Bubs very sad. Very careful person, not accustomed misplace anything. (Unlike big brother on 17th water bottle/3rd lunch box of year.) Make signs, hang signs, Facebook whine, friends on walks look down/hunt, school janitors search under every desk (so kind!), school nurse (instead of go home @end of day!) telephone from path through woods between Bubs’s school + school where Bubs’s class read w. first graders. Hi, I’m just out here looking for Bubs’s CGM. You haven’t found it yet, have you? (Not yet.) I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I’m on that little path, and I think I might see something…nope. Sorry. Just another promising-looking pile of dog poo.

Bubs sad. Bigfoot try hide but sad too. Part of problem is: diabetes so much better w. Dexcom G4. Like sign name letterpress stationery w. Rotring pen vs. scrape name into newsprint paper susceptible tearing w. dried out Papermate (blue). Impossible not have Dexcom after experience Dexcom. Bigfoot dread long night sans Dexcom, not able imagine whole week or whole rest of the insurance year. Other part of problem is: Bigfoot think Dexcom G4 cost $17,000. Not sure how determine this imaginary amount; maybe because believe pump = $4000-$7000 and Dexcom G4 worth at least double-triple value pump. Pump is mechanical + algorithm. Dexcom G4 is magic. No offense, Mr. Ping.

I hope things turned out as well for Butterscotch.

Dip toe into reality. Bravely look online for price. See receiver about $500, transmitter about $600, sensors about $100. Deep breath. OK. Still have transmitter, sensors. Maybe can pay $500, replace receiver? Seem possible. Then friend tell Bigfoot one-time-only price for replace lost piece = $250. Sweet! Practically FREE compared to $17,000. Decide search more in morning, then order replacement.

No find in morning. School principal make big intercom announcement, Children, I have a very important announcement. Offer two coveted paw-of-pride stickers for person find CGM. Two paw stickers! But nobody find.

Meanwhile Bubs high all day, nurse call, Bigfoot decide bad site, go in for change, nurse get Bubs, Bubs feel sick, trace ketones, 400-ish BG, Bigfoot decide let’s just bag it, take Bubs home for site change/recover/smoothies.

Meanwhile meanwhile still kicking self. Promise next time different! More careful! Plan:

I will label the new Dex with name/phone number
I will add to that label some clever copy like please return. And this is medical equipment
I will get a better case. Not a clippy case. Another Spibelt, even though it will be harder to see the screen. Or a Flava Flav pendant
Or better yet! A neon yellow Tallygear thing to thread onto the Spibelt!
And I will cuddle it and love it and…
And then everything will be perfect forever

Call Dexcom. Replacement cost (one time only) = $199 + $28 overnight speed delivery for desperate data addict. Schwing! Bigfoot place order. Problem solved.

And then phone ring. Hello, I am calling about the medical device your son lost? BOOM. Dexcom G4 found by young hero! Bigfoot call Dexcom, cancel order. First make sure If we lose it again, which we won’t, but if we did, would we still be eligible for the $199 replacement? Answer = yes.

Love, love, love.

Through this adventure, Bigfoot realize much rather have Dexcom G4 than any item this list:

insulin pump
any car
Vitamix blender
Brazilian blowout
Frye boots

But DG4 also much less expensive than

same list

Gauche love electronic object so much. Forgive! Not just love data, not just love promise of sleep, also love feeling (realistic illusion?) of upper hand over D which is–at core–just love/protect child. Right? Maybe same rationale as person drive Hummer grocery store.

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30Jan / 2013

Magic Lunch

Numbers not control Bigfoot well-being. Or: Bigfoot know numbers not control well-being. Also: Bigfoot know high/low/medium number not indicate inherent worth & dignity of person. And yet. This string of numbers really happen. Not able stop reading. Re-reading. Yesterday:

1AM 139

7AM 120 (pre-brekkie)

10AM 137 (pre-snack @school)

11AM 109 (pre-recess @school)

12:30PM 109 (pre-lunch @school)

2PM 105 (pre-dismissal. @school, obvsly)

4PM 119 (with babysitter)

7PM 120 (pre-dinner)

9PM never mind (196.) (Worthwhile fried banana dessert courtesy Bigfoot Spouse.)

So of course try replicate. As luck have it, wake up almost same #. Same breakfast. Pack same lunch. Hurry! Before spell broken, Bigfoot reveal details this magic lunch. This lunch may cure diabetes, provided child continue use insulin as prescribed:

Peanut butter and nutella sandwiches are polishing their reputation this week.

UPDATE FOR THE OBSESSIVES:

7:30AM 107. 9:45AM 70. 4g. 10AM 71/94. 11:30AM 103. 12:20PM 84. 3PM 158. 4PM 112. 5PM 120.

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28Jan / 2013

Hunger Strike

the contestants

Bubs lunch lately every school day this 35g sandwich: thick peanut butter, smallish grainy bread, schmear nutella. Today Bigfoot madcap. Raspberry jam jar almost empty, out on counter among Jack’s toast crumbs. Follow natural maternal urge: finish jar. Bubs love raspberry jam. Think no problem.

It lunch time. School nurse call. Bubs bolus for sandwich. Then refuse eat. Because notice jam surprise. Bubs never let brat flag fly during school. Refuse eat seems serious. Bigfoot running partner in house, about ready leave, offer deliver replacement sandwich on way home. Bigfoot feel little bit panic—insulin about to hit. Slap together PB&N, hand off waxed paper bundle, thank you & done.

Now regret. Not need provide Custom Immediate Sandwich Delivery Service. Bigfoot got played.

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25Jan / 2013

Social Studies

Tonight dinner table: Jack tenterhooks re midterm exam scores because determine make/not make high honor roll & high honor roll = Bertucci’s** dinner. Pacing. Checking for grades online over & over. Not up yet. Then “I got a 100 on my Social Studies exam!” (**Link = page w/ carb PDF download.) (<–Handy!)

BIGFOOT: Woohoo!

Bubs, cheerful mouth full black beans I used to be so good at Social Studies. Chomp, chomp. chomp. I was like, so far ahead! I used to be like, as good as Will and Peter and Lucien. Chomp. Gulp water. Wipe face back of hand. But now I’m so far behind.

BIGFOOT: (Record scratch noise) Hwuh?

BUBS: I’m like five books behind

BFOOT: Oh? I didn’t know you were behind…

BUBS: Yeah, and each book is a state, so I’m like five states behind everybody else

BF: Hmmm?

BUBS: (Still blithely chewing) I had so much low blood sugar! I missed Social Studies for like a whole month

LogFrog now tracks Social Studies-related hypos.

LogFrog now tracks Social Studies in blue and deodorant in red

Hrmm? Teacher not mention Bubs fall behind. Maybe not so bad. Maybe Bubs imagine. Or could be school low expectation for hypoglycemia days, no one care Bubs fall behind, esp. since no Social Studies NECAP. Maybe NBD Bubs insist Connecticut not New England. Connecticut is NOT in New England. It is part of the tri-state area. Maybe OK?

Uncomfortable this situation. One hand, not want Bubs stay after school make up work on hypo days bc feel like punishment. Other hand, not want hypo days become excuse poor school performance/maybe more genteel say become excuse not live up to potential. Hand #3, what is intelligence anyway? Hand #4, who cares about 4th grade Social Studies? Hand #5, but that set bad precedent for future school year. H#6, what are my priorities supposed to be here? H#7, are MY priorities really what matter in this situation? H#8 just for octopus/symmetry.

Meanwhile, Jack asking this might sound weird, but how do you know when you need to use deodorant?

BIGFOOT: When you start to have smelly armpits

JACK: Maybe I will have smelly armpits after basketball tomorrow. Will you tell me if I do?

BFOOT: Sure

BUBS: I already wear deodorant sometimes

BF: You do?

BUBS: Yeah. I rub Dad’s on sometimes, but only because it smells so good. Not because I smell bad

BF: I’ve never noticed that you have it on

BUBS: The fragrance stays in my armpits pretty much, so only I notice it

SCORE

Social Studies: five states behind

Deodorant use: five years ahead

***

Pardon our bloody smudges

Also meanwhile: very cold outside. Be careful.

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23Jan / 2013

H5118

So many question after friend post Rhode Island House Representative H5118. Should find answer.

huh? Is glucagon currently not allowed in schools?
if I were alone, and happened upon my own passed-out diabetic child, would I pause to test or go right for the glucagon? I was picturing I’d go right for the glucagon
what are the rules for epipens in school, and why is this different? (Aside from that pesky mixing)
what is hyperglycemic shock, and could it develop during the course of one school day?

And learn two thing:

Prefacing a statement with “as a medical professional” has the opposite of the intended effect
Someone with T1 kids in mind is busy at the State House. Nice.

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20Dec / 2012

Good Things IV

70, 80, 90 = skipping all the way home

Mood

Past few days, Bubs so happy. Things normally bother not bother, e.g.: socks, enclosed shoes, stop play Minecraft, pour family dinner water (some reason this #1 reviled boy-task, prefer set table). Also past few days, BG usually high double-digits: 92, 81, 75, 86, 77, 93…Maybe connected? Obviously connected? Too bad this entail occasional lows. 58, 62, 66. Many Juicy Juice.

Don’t look too closely at the ingredients or you’ll ruin the spell.

Drink

Blog Bigfoot like recommend this diet soda. Then notice at Trader Joe’s. Purchase Black Cherry & Tangerine Lime. Bubs like. Jack like too. Happy find new fun(ish) food thing, quasi-natural ingredient*. Yay.

(*i.e. Splenda.)

Thank you, Rule-Breakers

Yesterday Bubs class dreidel party w/ Starbursts, Skittles, chocolate-dipped Oreos. First very annoy Bigfoot because so uptight when persons not follow approved wellness policy. But upside = in-range BG all day; maybe Bubs really needed that crap, counter emotional roller coaster of gambling.

Now at end of list, notice each good thing include inherent bad thing/complaint. World never seem live up Bigfoot dream. Sorry.

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14Dec / 2012

Boys’ Bathroom Presentation

Today unusual: Bigfoot no telephone. Last night forgot phone @temporary workplace, nurse send diabetes updates via email. If emergency, plan call Bigfoot Spouse school secretary for find Bigfoot Spouse. Nurse not usually communicate v. much during day; usually one email at end of day. But change in genre seem inspire extra nurse communication.

Hi Bigfoot, he was 45 feeling “low.” Juice. He is sitting out PE now & I’m going to re-test. He wanted to watch the PE class until we re-test. Thank you.

If that information come telephone, Bigfoot clarify: Wait, what? He’s going to walk down to the gym and watch the class while he recovers from the 45? And nurse would clarify: no, of course not. I would never let him leave my office at 45.

He was 119 @9:52. 10:20 = 75 (after PE). 41g we covered 31g, 1 unit, I hope that was ok, he was late for a boys bathroom presentation. Thank you.

If via phone: Wait, what? What is a boys’ bathroom presentation and why does it matter if he is late? How did all of this happen at the same time as PE?

And this

11:30 = 122
12:40 = 155 no lunch – he wasn’t hungry
2:40 = 203 20g 2.5u (they were having a tiny ~ 1.25 in. by 1.25in. brownie with a little frosting & 2-3 M&M’s on top) No way to look it up so hopefully 20g isn’t too far off!

If telephone, would call, ask if OK brownie, ask Bigfoot guess carbs. Someone else guess provide such relief. Bigfoot love not have phone.

After school Bubs I had a hard day. I was feeling low, but we were in music and it was really fun, and I just wanted to stay, so I stayed, and then I started to get really dizzy, so I said, “Help! I feel low. Just kidding!” because I still didn’t want to leave. But the teacher made me go to the nurse and I was 45.

What else? Then a kid teased me, and then all day I kept remembering the tease, and it hurt just as much to remember, so I kept getting hurt feelings over and over again.

BIGFOOT: I know what you mean

BIGFOOT SPOUSE: What did the kid tease you about?

BUBS: I don’t remember

BFOOT: Was it intelligence, appearance, odor, or personality? (<–asked as if there are just these four definitive teasing options)

BUBS: Maybe appearance

BF: Was it like, “Ugh, your hair’s so long,” or “Ew, you have a space between your teeth,” or “Look at you; you’re so skinny.” (<–that sounds mean, but those are all things B. actually likes about himself)

BUBS: I don’t remember, okay?

Yesterday 4:30PM same excellent nurse call Bigfoot for voice mail hi, Bigfoot, I’m at home thinking about Bubs’s numbers. He was 276 before dismissal, so he had a correction, but he was in the 90′s after lunch, and I know you’re not home so he was going to a friend’s house, and something about that just doesn’t seem right to me, so I thought you might want to call the friend’s house to double check on his numbers. I mean I know I’d feel much better if I knew you got his number, and could you please call me to tell me he’s okay? (Sorry Bigfoot not listen this message until 8PM.) (Right before leave phone under paper stack.) Bigfoot gobsmacked how kind, caring this nurse. Sorry for delay.

Meanwhile, class holiday party time around corner. Classroom mother email volunteers healthy snack, beverage w. cups or mini water bottle, beads, yarn. Bigfoot superfast reply-all “I’ll send in the beverage and it will be mini water bottles” try block possibility Hawaiian Punch, elbows out, center gravity low. Other parent super fast chime in “I’ll bring fruit salad for the snack!” ((Heart flutter.)) (In defense, Bigfoot not fond reply-all for class email style but this style prevail Bubs’s 4th grade and Bigfoot trying blend.)

Meanwhile meanwhile, Bigfoot/BSpouse expand babysitter repertoire. Now Dream T1D Teen Babysitter, Dream T1D Teen Babysitter II, BSpouse father. Therefore sometimes Bigfoot leave town work afternoon, plus movie date: Silver Linings Playbook, +20 minute drive there/back, car stereo repeat Locked Out of Heaven. Like dream. This all possible because Bubs know how/why/what/when.

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10Dec / 2012

Hello Good Night

Peace on earth

Not happen long time. Difficult return this state. Naive: thought figure something out, thought kind of pro, thought so good no bubbles in cartridge now diabetes on short leash. Pffft. Bigfoot awake for night.

All day Bubs high, even wake up high. Many correction. Normal time for change site is evening; Bigfoot Spouse change little bit early because corrections not work. Then suddenly start work. But if not work because site worn out/clogged/whatever, why new site make corrections (from old site) work?

All day high: 178, 138, 232, 274, 253 (new site), 364, 288, 217, I feel low 127, I feel lower 109, I feel low again 91, 96 (bed), 78 (juice), 79 (juice), and…well, hello.

Bigfoot want remember something for future: other side this exhaustion so lovely. All week make plans, agree do things outside comfort zone, interview/hire additional dream T1D teen babysitter for enable more plans outside comfort zone, share 9PM lobster roll at bar down street, find awesome coat like Cookie Monster pelts, then this. Suck back into BG vortex.

The empties are all snug in their Target bag bin-liner bed.

Everyone snug in bed, Bigfoot try stay awake. So familiar. Hello again. Or maybe not so extreme. It only 1AM. Feel like 4AM for person sleep so well seven consecutive nights.

This guy actually looks pretty alert.

Meanwhile, Bigfoot <3 Bubs school principal. Even love Principal fanciful turn phrase “specialty area.” Send this email parents entire school (it Bigfoot color scheme):

During this holiday season, please remember that X School does follow the guidelines of the X School District’s adopted policy for wellness. Sweet treats and unhealthy snacks are not permitted. Please refrain from sending them in. I am asking that teachers do not serve these items. I will ask that you return any unhealthy food items to your home. It is a school committee policy that must be adhered to. As a school we prefer not to monitor this as education is our specialty area but several situations have arisen that have caused us concern. Please be considerate and a model to your children and follow the policy.

Maybe this in response Bigfoot friend T1D daughter class party w giant cupcake, arrive home BG > 1 million mg/dL. Could be related different (very very nice) friend purchase mini-bags chips + tube yogurt “healthy snacks” large school event. Nice try! Maybe parent complain? Maybe teacher? Bigfoot not complain Bubs’s teacher teen stepdaughter visit class, distribute Red Velvet munchkins, but only because try channel Meri apricot advocacy + like teacher so much + What Would Cinderella Do.

Thank you for trying.

Part of confusion this policy = concept “healthy snacks.” Some family consider sweet yogurt healthy. Other family consider human consume cow anything = affront mother nature. Still other drive over border Connecticut where raw milk legal, ferment kefir in coat closet. Imagine parent share raw milk kefir for school party snack? Everyone complain.

Many consider Ultimate Healthy Kid Friendly School Snack = strawberry. Same time, many consider strawberry top vile pesticide food, adamant child not consume berry pesticide. Meanwhile, organic berries for 25 kids: $1,075.00. In terms cake, some family consider mini cupcake healthy, even though acknowledge unhealthy in/of self, but healthy if compare to cupcake size of human head. For Bubs, maybe smoke cigarette better health than cupcake size of head. But Bigfoot not pass around cigarette for healthy snack.

Very difficult get every family on same page re meaning healthy/unhealthy.

Some suggestions for healthy snacks everyone can agree on: raspberries, bacon, marijuana, Diet Coke.

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06Dec / 2012

Everything Wrong = NBD

I took this picture of myself fake-biting my nails to illustrate my anxiety. I’m really more of a cuticle biter/picker/pusher/ripper but that’s hard to get across in one iconic photo

Two wrongs not make right, but everything wrong maybe make.

7:30AM 95. Big morning bolus for normal oatmeal/maple syrup/milk breakfast: 6u.

8:30AM (It time drive school.) I’m hungry. That weird. Test: 350.

BIGFOOT: That’s weird. You’re super high. Could there be maple syrup on your fingers?

BUBS: (rubs fingertips to test for stickiness) I don’t think so. I think I…

BFOOT: Ooh. Did you enter the bolus for your breakfast?

BUBS: I don’t think so. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

BF: It’s my fault.

Explain I know you don’t like it when I hover over your pump, but we have to be more careful. (This not 1st time Bigfoot get too insulin-casual.) Bubs ashamed: I’m sorry! I’m an idiot! Etc. Bigfoot explain Bigfoot idiot. Then so wise, say “We’re not idiots, we’re just humans doing our best and this is how we learn.” (<–not actually say, but wish conjure equanimity for future.)

Eat small snack: one digestive biscuit. EzBG recommend 4.25u for 10g carbs (biscuit) + correction (hello). Bigfoot enter original 6u, because…wait, why do that again? Because think body not magically able metabolize carbs w/o full dose. But now think Bubs head for crash because insulin peak + carbs not line up correctly. Or think now…10g biscuit carbs not covered when already high…maybe should have been 7u. Or maybe should have been 4.25u as per EzBG, even though pump not know super blast oat/maple syrup carbs preparing emerge yonder belly.

Ugh. Drop off at school, Bubs cheerful, fine. Email nurse with could be high, could be low, very unlikely normal, yadda yadda, here what happen.

#1: I was imagining how angry I would be if someone other than me made this mistake; #2 is it insulting that I wasn’t positive she would know the expression TMI? Kind of like writing out id est, but then at least you’re making someone think you think they know Latin?

Meanwhile, notice not actually anxious. Know everything OK. Not fall into daydream/daymare of high BG dry out eyeball like raisin, not imagine glucose crystal rub artery like sandpaper. Not imagine ambulance blow past Bigfoot/emo dog while phone vibrate while get message ambulance for Bubs. Only imagine Bubs test snack time, correct high or low, or smile amazement if normal. Progress.

Meanwhile meanwhile, BG lately on good (wood knock) stretch, last night 4th consecutive sleep 6+ hours.

Breaking news!

OMG

But wait–there’s more!

This is real. Lucky, lucky day.

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22Oct / 2012

Notice.

Four22 inspire Bigfoot notice range emotions. Must read this.

Trepidation. 8PM 85. Think probably too much insulin dinner but also think last time 5g sip juice for 80’s at bedtime, skyrocket. Wait.

Acquiescent. 9PM I feel low. 88. Think probably dropping, need snack. Offer juice. Bubs say no. I don’t want that unless I’m actually low. Good night. Wait.

Rocking out with cock out. 10PM. 108. Think so good call on no-juice. Think big bravo for self. Slipper sock running man hallway dance.

Merry greed. 10:15PM. Think I’m going to watch an episode of Parenthood even though I don’t need to stay up tonight. Better make that two episodes.

Confident. 11:45PM. Think I might as well check on him before I fall asleep, just to see what beautiful number will come up next.

Trapped. 11:46PM. 249. Think I can’t un-see that. Correction.

Drowsy. 1AM. Think I’m sure he’ll be down by now. 246. Correction.

Lazy. 1:01AM. Think the site’s probably okay, because if it weren’t, he’d be even higher.

Resigned. 1:02AM. Fuck it. There’s no way I’ll get a functional person’s sleep, but at least I can enjoy the Bravermans.

Superior. 2AM. Parenthood Haddie/Amber so terrible hair-dos Season Three.

Relieved. 2:30AM. It finally time for re-test. Sure # will be down. 216.

Shame. 2:31AM. Only now realize this not merely ass pain for Bigfoot, this also serious bad health situation for Bubs. Sorry, Baby. Maybe this over-drama, but still cry when admit self take so long realize. Bigfoot forget whole point medical exercise.

Denial. 4AM. Think I feel fine! I don’t really need to sleep. I’m amazing! 186.

Exhaustion. 4:01AM. That under 200. Face plant & zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Crushed. 6:30AM. Bigfoot Spouse alarm ring—wretched ascending xylophone sound. 152. Correction + granola bolus.

Hollow. 6:45AM. Weigh granola. Are these really my hands? Pour small pitcher milk. We really drink a watery sauce from the glands of a cow?

Grateful. 6:55AM. Bubs do everything according plan, even though this first morning arrive school early for special science class, little bit of rush, not much leisure time Minecraft. Think he’s come a long way. He’s growing up. Think changes like this used to freak him out.

Disbelief. 7:20AM. Bubs refuse go.

Helpless. 7:25AM. Say but you told me to sign you up for this class. Bubs retort many, many insult e.g. I hate you! I only said I wanted to go to that class because I thought that’s what you wanted me to say. Take away Minecraft for week. Say you’ll have to pay Daddy and me back the $75 for the class if you won’t even try it. Just try it! If it’s terrible you never have to go back

Bewildered. 7:35AM. Now too late for be on time new class. Decide can’t let slide. Say if you won’t go to the class, we’ll just sit in the hallway. Just peek in.

Relieved. 7:40AM. Fine, I’ll go!

Embarrassed. 7:45AM. Really late. Also Bubs walk away while Bigfoot ask secretary science class location.

Stunned. 7:46AM. Stand stare at wall. Paralyzed. Think what can I do?

Hopeful. 8AM. Now extra really late. Bubs walk toward Bigfoot/classroom. Bigfoot peek in science class, try channel Kristina Braverman. Excuse me, I know we’re really late, but would it still okay to come in? Adorable friend recognize Bigfoot, fist pump yessssss!bubs-is-in-this-class. (Lip read.) Teacher: (so friendly) of course, come on in!

Humiliated. 8:00:05AM. Bubs not by Bigfoot side. Gone.

Vacant. 8:00:30AM. Science enrichment organizer teacher approach Bigfoot Where’s Bubs? Bigfoot not able explain emotional complex terrain. Say I think he’s feeling too embarrassed to go in because we’re so late.

Grace of God. 8:00:35AM. Organizer teacher say I’ll get him! Don’t worry. A lot of kids were late today. Spot Bubs waaaaay down hallway. Teacher wave arm for beckon hearty/smiley come on! Bubs comply. No eye contact Bigfoot as hand off backpack.

Beaten bloody pulp. 8:02AM As soon as gone begin bawling relief. Teacher return. Are you okay? Explain I’m so sorry. I’m not crying about this (<–lie). I was up all night and I guess I’m just really emotional. I’m sorry that I’m crying. Teacher so kind eyes say Aw, everything’s okay. Go home and get some rest. Bigfoot say thanks but then switch on full poor-me mode: I can’t leave yet because I have to stay until the regular school day starts because he has diabetes and the nurse isn’t here yet and I have to sit in the loh-ho-ho-hoh-lobby.

Acquisitive. 8:03AM. Sit on lobby bench, find tissue, wipe eyes, nose, try pull self together. See most amazing clogs walk by—bright red with glossy, vivid pattern on underside. Covet.

Love. 8:15AM School nurse approach Bigfoot crybaby bench. Are you okay? You can go home now—I’m here.

Depleted. 8:20AM. Home. So hungry can’t think what eat. Eat Justin’s Chocolate Hazelnut Butter, drink 2^nd pot tea.

Pressure. 8:25AM. Breakfast dishes/dog overly attentive because eager walk/two demands enough crush spirit. Walk dog.

Happy. 8:45AM. It beautiful day. Walk toward water. Windy.

I will kick your ass. 8:50AM. Picking up dog poop. Man in car pull over say something Bigfoot not hear, also hair blow over face, Bigfoot not see. Think probably friend stop say hello/but not close friend bc close friend know emotionally disturbed dog on leash preclude possibility conversation. Stand up from poop, empty hand push hair aside. It strange car, moustache old man inside licking lips, waggle eyebrows. Bigfoot picture rip car door open, punch face. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Grateful. 8:51AM. Walk dog near water. Dog love old bait smells. On bridge, rub face railings. Ecstatic dog.

Oh shit. 8:53AM. Jewelry designer car approach bridge! Bigfoot forget say meet 9AM. Wave, turn, begin run toward house.

Incontinent. 8:54AM. No smart two pots tea before run fast as can w. clogs/dog/poo.

Nauseated 8:55AM. No smart Justin’s Chocolate Hazelnut Butter large amount before run while carry long/swingy bread bag full hot dung.

Necklace-y. 9AM. Buy necklace artist friend. Bent silver wire + shrinky dinks, depict preferred Presidential candidate.

Stick a fork in me. 9:30AM. Put Bon Iver on repeat for dog relaxation therapy. Ready quit for day. Flop face down sofa, phone by head.

Oh shit! 9:45AM. We’re meeting the new endocrinologist today. Bigfoot forget about.

Relief. 9:46AM. Check calendar. Endo 4PM, plenty time for nap.

Insomnia. 9:47AM. Better take good nap so not insane for new endocrinologist in case Dr. Doughnut send warning note. So much pressure take nap, not able sleep. Also too much tea

Impatient. 9:48AM. Come one come on come on sleep.

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