Diabetes Blog Week #4

We don’t always realize it, but each one of us had come a long way since diabetes first came into our life. It doesn’t matter if it’s been 5 weeks, 5 years or 50 years, you’ve done something outstanding diabetes-wise. So today let’s share the greatest accomplishment you’ve made in terms of dealing with your (or your loved one’s) diabetes. No accomplishment is too big or too small – think about self-acceptance, something you’ve mastered (pump / exercise / diet / etc.), making a tough care decision (finding a new endo or support group / choosing to use or not use a technology / etc.). (Thanks to Hillary of Rainie and Me for this topic suggestion.)

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I took this today, because I knew the topic in advance, because so many Day 4 posts were in my inbox first thing in the morning. Happy blog week!

Bigfoot greatest D-achievement is chill the fern out. CTFO skill come and go, Bigfoot strengthen and develop like atrophied muscle.

PHASE 1: Bubs bicycle to school & Bigfoot bicycle too AND before even click into helmets test BG even though within hour tested/ate breakfast. (Can see now why Dr. Doughnut found test excessive. Live + learn! Still think Bigfoot needed all them strips, because how else parent learn CTFO?) PHASE 2: Bubs bicycle, Bigfoot walk dog entire route to school as excuse for scan side of road for child in coma.  PHASE 3: walk dog but not all way to school, but then call school make sure Bubs arrived. PHASE 4 (current phase) = walk dog, Bubs pedal off out of sight, no call school. Just walk dog until dog freak out because golden retriever OR cat OR Fed Ex. Now it more dog problem. Dog really need CTFO.

Difficult Bigfoot CTFO because seem born no internal anxiety gauge. Everything equal anixety. Everything red alert. Try instead everything beige alert. I.e. alert, but not continuous fret.

 

Welcome to My Carbs Phase

2nd low carb dinner followed by a flat line. What what. Book me on Dr. Oz; I now have all the answers.

2nd low carb dinner followed by a flat line. What what. Book me on Dr. Oz; I now have all the answers.

Roar. Bigfoot angry. Why CDEs/endos so insist keep food same upon diagnosis T1 child? Distinct memories circa August 2011:

If he wants a doughnut, let him have a (bleeping) doughnut.

+

If you’re at the movies and his friends are having Twizzlers, absolutely he should have Twizzlers too.

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He should be eating exactly as he was before; nothing is off limits, okay?

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Just count the carbs and bolus.

All this bullshit! Bullshittery so apparent w. CGM. Correct insulin/carb match not prevent spike for carb-y meal. Maybe ever all D-history. Best hope = not stay high many hours.

Low carb meal—> NO SPIKE. Bigfoot have irrefutable proof: two days low(ish) carb dinner no spike. (Two days‘-worth CGM knowledge overrule entire hospital’s-worth knowledge.)* CGM reveal truth. Bigfoot see (twice!) smooth sailing of meat/vegetable dinner. Experience disaster (thrice!) that is oatmeal/maple syrup.

Time for choose:

A. He should be eating exactly as he was before 

or

B. He should be eating meals that do not reliably cause a spike

Because:

A. Relax! A spike isn’t so bad as long as he comes down quickly

or

B. Secretly freak out! A spike hurts him in the short term (moody, confused) and the long term (eyes, toes, heart, yaddayadda.)

And:

A. Let him be a kid! He has enough to deal with; he shouldn’t have to feel different because of what he’s eating. Besides, kids need carbs.

or

B. He is already wearing medical devices imbedded in his skin and not eating anything without an adult analyzing its carb content. Nothing about this is normal! Eating Twizzlers is never going to be normal! I don’t even like Twizzlers! Twizzlers are bullshit. My GAHD! At least choose a more tantalizing candy for your educational movie theater scenario: Raisinettes. Milk Duds. **

Lock up your granolas

Lock up your granolas

Bigfoot answer: B, B and B.  It’s the carbs, stupid. Problem not just famous spiky foods (pizza, Cheerios). Problem any beau coup carbs. Even tra la la wholesome homemade organic granola w. whisper maple syrup + almond milk tra la la. Some level Bigfoot always know this. But only sink in today.

Sink-in courtesy Dexcom G4 + more reasoned, less rant-y Ranting T1 Mom recent food post. Love Dolores idea re-make entire family a la Whole30 even though currently impossible Bigfoot imagine household sans peanut butter, beer, graham crackers, yogurt, marmalade, Cadbury Mini-egg.

Sure, once teen Bubs arrive/drive car/college/buy house/marry Twizzler-eater, Bigfoot not so able control food. But for now Bigfoot control! Bigfoot control shit out of! Grrrrrr.

*Bigfoot not sure this statement 100% facetious.

**Bigfoot Spouse like Sno-caps. Taste armpit, texture plantar wart.

Dexcom 4: Moment 1

Think maybe one ton blog post re use Dexcom G4 for encourage self persevere. This Day 1 (Moment 1).

Some things:

1. CD no like Mac

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The Dexcom G4 tutorial CD does not work in this MacBook Pro. I used the written materials to learn things.

2. Receiver arrive w. full charge?

This seems to indicate a full charge? The vacuum cleaner is just a platform to hold the transmitter during charging. It is not an important element of this exciting new technology.

This symbol seems to indicate a full charge so we started right away.

3. Sensor in!

3. Sensor in!A+ parent tip: matter-of-fact say I'm going to put this on you now.CHILD: Will it hurt?PARENT: NoCHILD: Do you know what you're doing?PARENT: Yes, I already did it to myself and it didn't hurt. Just watch Minecraft while I do itResult=not hurt. No trauma. (So excited try, not even remember get emla cream.)

I was so excited to try the new toy, I completely forgot to get the recommended emla cream*.

Truth. Not hurt. Not cry out. Just watch Minecraft/other enchantment, then hear child say, That’s it? It’s over?

Other truth: Pretty awkward insert; not sure why must have huge contraption, assorted clicks + directionalities. Put faith in biomedical engineers + proceed w. confidence is Bigfoot advice for new user.

Currently wait for sensor acclimate interstitial fluids, get acquainted w. receiver. Keep close for maximum mingle + get-to-know, maybe 3 hours?

During 3-hour waiting period, Bigfoot need run, shower, and believe need purchase special tape for reinforce sensor adhesive? This funny picture from instruction manual:

also seen in Slapdash Solutions Illustrated

also seen in Slapdash Solutions Illustrated

*Read about emla cream now: also useful during circumcision! Must be potent.

Knowns

Lately consider possible some knowledge accrete. List here for future reference/future mock self how dumb used to be!**

1. If 100ish @bedtime + 100ish @wake-up = extremely unlikely major changes overnight bc. fucked up blood sugars don’t just peacefully resolve themselves

2. Low carb tortilla = farting

3. Nobody, except Dexcom, is ever going to ask for >5 days most recent past BG#s (yet still save every page under place mats/napkins in table linens drawer forthcoming Ken Burns documentary)

4. T1D some connection—>being fat. Think could blame too much insulin/treat lows too much Juicy Juice. One more reason avoid lows?

5. No use compare problems. Pain is not a competitive sport. (Thank you, Meri.) And if it were, Bigfoot lose. Big D not so bad compared to obvious other things (diseases), but also: what about family with healthy child model train cars for Thomas Tank Engine set out of his dog’s poop and bring indoors? Or person with flamboyant grand home/Dial liquid soap by bathroom sink?

6. Helpful brain exercise for D-depression: think of worst case scenario, heap on detail, until too extreme macabre for serious. By 30 he will be obese, rhinestone eyepatch over his blind eye, with one leg removed completely and the other leg a waggling stump that ends in a sausage casing-looking scar, Wilfred Brimley mustache, impotent, bad breath, watching Judge Judy (reruns), no insurance, sits in velvet recliner in a stained T-shirt with sores all over his feet (but he has no feet!), bitterly remembering all of the dumb things his mother did to destroy his life. Wretched scene leave Bigfoot certain more likely Bubs turn out like this.

7. ISF (insulin sensitivity factor) well known; carb sensitivity factor never really mention Bigfoot D-education but must exist. Apply transitive property:

if ISF 1:100 (=one unit insulin decrease BG by 100 points)

and I:C ratio 1:20 (=one unit insulin cover 20g CHO)

then

one carb=increase BG 5 points

but

sometimes I:C ratio 1:9

and

ISF 1:80

so

that case

one carb=increase BG 9 points (if pretend I:C=1:81 for easy math)

so

treat low w. 15g CHO=bad idea (+135 points! nobody need that much. Unless swimming/similar. Right?)

This explain why more experienced parent tell Bigfoot, “I know one pixie stick will raise her by 15 points.” Say what? Bigfoot amazed! Want same knowledge! Now have. Ostensible one Skittle = 5BG points. At certain times day.

**Some things maybe/surely not correct.

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 II

The filled cartridges are upright, with their needles and blue plungers in place for last-minute purging. I will do it this way forever, or until I realize this is all completely wrong.

Bubble Free Loading UPDATE: Bad Idea

Lately this work: pre-fill four, five cartridge. Store upright in insulin box mark w/date. Over time bubbles rise. Make bubble-free cartridge load almost 100% guarantee. Bigfoot, BSpouse also keep alcohol swipes this location. Otherwise not remember use. Also store some empty cartridge. Not sure why.

Probably say this before.

I also got that rad knitted dish cloth because Raising Colorado said so. There are just some people in the DOC…I do whatever they say.

Clean Something

Everyone avid reader Raising Colorado Hot Mess 31 Day Chore Binge. Homemade Shower Cleaner huge hit this household. BSpouse spray everywhere: not only tile shower, glass door, also toilet, kitchen sink. Clean, clean, clean.

No relation Type 1 diabetes except that how come Bigfoot find Raising Colorado.

Odorless tower of salami.

No-Touch Meat Solution

Bigfoot not care for meat. Bubs love meat. Every day lunch: salami. One package this salami = 5 x 4 slice servings. Gather five cheap container for dedicated salami use. While feel brave, package up one fell swoop, put out of mind until next week.

Not revolutionary idea (i.e. plan ahead), but every time grab hermetically sealed, odor/oil-free salami cup, feel grateful former self touch meat all at once, current self not have to.

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.

Fury

REJECTED: Somewhere between last night and 8AM, adorable sandwiches of Cheez-it and peanut butter got kicked off of the irresistible snacks list. 2g CHO each.

Wake up 65, ready eat breakfast. Deep breath. First up: 8g CHO restorative juice. Roll right into 34g CHO food. Bigfoot Spouse decide wait for bolus until after eat, enter 65 for BG, 42 total carbs. Get significantly reduced dose for low BG. That seem fine.

One Phineas y Ferb later, Bubs hungry again. Time for school OK something quick: cracker peanut butter? Chocolate milk? Nahhh, I only want toast. Not have bread. I guess I don’t need anything then. Sure not want chocolate milk? (Bigfoot think so generous offer.) No, I don’t really want anything. Hug dog goodbye. Get on bike. Cheerful.

On ride (< 1 mile), crazies begin. Why are you so mean to me? Get away from me!

BIGFOOT: (to Bubs’s back) Are you sure you don’t mind riding by yourself?

BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) Oh, and by the way…(punches Bigfoot bicycle basket)

BIGFOOT: (to Bubs’s rapidly departing back) Hey, okay. I’m sure you’ll be okay

BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) If I weren’t on a bike, I’d KICK you (pedals off into the distance)

BIGFOOT: Okay. I’m going back home. I’ll walk Butter, so I’ll be right here on the street if you need me

BUBS: (yelling) I don’t care!

BFOOT: You sure you know they way to go, which side to ride on?

BUBS: (loops around on bicycle) I’m sorry Mommy! I’m sorry! Please will you still ride with me?

BFOOT: Sure

I took this picture before I learned that taking a picture indicates that you hate the person in the picture and are a jerk.

As begin ride together, Bubs switch back to Why are you so mean to me? You’re always taking my picture and I HATE it. It’s because you hate me. Why do you always have to be such a jerk? I hate you and I hate Daddy and I hate Butter. Jacky is the only one who’s ever nice to me.

Bigfoot just listen, realize must be BG issue, because so irrational say Jacky nicest. Get almost to school before tirade end. Bubs begin make left turn, Bigfoot say whhhhhoa there’s a car. Car (maybe driven by friend?) stop in time, not too drama, not screech brake, but Bubs obviously careless. Bigfoot mouth SORRY! in direction driver seat, difficult see though tinted window. Pedal rest of way bike rack not talk. Bigfoot stand under tree near bike rack. Think how suggest check blood sugar without piss off more. Wait see if Bubs come over for hug/parting insult.

Bubs come for hug, ask for help fit helmet in backpack. Bigfoot ask why don’t we do a quick sugar check over at the picnic table? Approach gingerly. Feel like try feed wild rat small crouton, but less disgusting + more necessary. Bubs acquiesce. I’m sorry Mama. At picnic table, Bubs test but get Error message. Oh boy. Pink One Touch Mini really asking for it! Bubs try throw meter, Bigfoot catch before hit ground. (Skillz.) Fine! I’m never going to test again! Forget it! Storm off toward school entrance. Cross crosswalk without wait for crossing guard OK signal. Hear crossing guard say, “Good morning! Next time make sure you wait for my signal before crossing, okay?” See Bubs trudge into building, head down, angry shoulders.

Bigfoot Choose Your Own Adventure* story include:

1. Go into building too, suggest visit nurse for BG check (but since he’s already pissed off at me, that might enrage him, and he might yell at me in front of his classmates, and then be embarrassed forever and/or get a reputation for being a public freaker-outer)

2. Call nurse, ask nurse visit Bubs before class begin for BG check (but that might turn him against the new nurse, also might give the nurse a bad impression that will haunt him all year)

3. Trust Bubs will ask help if feel low (even though riding his bike in front of a car and crossing the school driveway without following the crossing guard’s rules demonstrate a lack of self-care?) and if grouch because high, nurse will catch at normal 10AM-ish pre-snack check

Bigfoot choose #3.

It’s a wash? He missed 1/2 hour of class, but learned to feel low and ask for help in a new school.

10AM nurse email.

MORAL OF STORY COULD BE: a diabetic child who is hungry for toast in a house with no toast should be strongly encouraged to choose a different food.

OR: a hypoglycemic child who is feeling crummy will eventually ask for help and it is okay to back off and let them figure it out

OR: don’t roll right into breakfast with a BG under 70

OR: don’t include the restorative juice in the carb count, even for an EzBG

OR: please be less dumb

greed ÷ shame ≈ 145 (shame ≤ 1)

Huge hyperglycemia fit today, familiar from before diagnosis. Kicking, yelling Why do you hate me? Threatening, if you don’t leave me alone I’m going to EAT THIS LEGO. Two parent hold arms, sit on legs, try prick finger for test. Flailing. Look out! He’s going to break your nose! Bigfoot laughing because ridiculous scene, but also little bit afraid. Bigfoot Spouse make move for naked toe. Not my toe! Okay! I’ll test! Just don’t do my toe!

Bigfoot hand Bubs Fastclix—Bubs rip device apart, chuck Fastclix pieces across room. I’ll never test! You can never make me test! I’d rather die than do the stupid test! More wrestle. 350 lbs. adult power not enough get good angle. More struggle. Get test done: 332. Crap. Need injection. Bigfoot lie across Bubs while Spouse fill syringe. Almost as soon as inject:

BUBS: Wow, sorry I was so unreasonable back there

BIGFOOT: Are you feeling better?

BUBS: (Smiles weakly) I guess so. Actually, no. For this whole time that I’ve not been crying, I’ve just been trying not to burst into tears, you know what I mean?

BIGFOOT: Can I give you a hug?

BUBS: Yes, please. (Collapses tiny bit.) And I know that this is probably a no, but could you also make me a cup of tea?

D-camp tomorrow. Big orange duffel, sleeping bag, headlamp, new toothbrush, deliberate over which Ugly Doll, maybe Ugly Doll plus Ugly Pillow? Maybe three Ugly Doll plus Ugly Pillow, because Ugly Dolls are pretty small, you know? Ready. Leave for camp after lunch tomorrow—all summer camp feel far away. Now camp. Tomorrow. Metal bar press down Bigfoot heart.

As if first time thought cross mind, Bigfoot Spouse today wonder, Who’s going to take care of him? Bigfoot remind: all of the kids there have diabetes, remember? The whole thing is set up so they’re safe. That’s the point of the camp! BSPOUSE: I know, but it’s sort of unbelievable. I can’t believe it exists.

Just some low-fat, probiotic nutrition: cookie dough and cookies & cream flavored yogurts plus Cookie Crisp, marshmallows, Heath bars, turtles, and caramel sauce

For final pre-camp dinner, Bubs choose Antonio’s pizza/ballyhooed Froyo World Frozen Yogurt Lounge. Pizza slice, maybe 5 x 7″? 4 x 6″ + puffy. Puffy thick or puffy airy? Bigfoot guess 30g CHO. Try anticipate Froyo World, where each patron determine serving size use formula greed ÷ shame. Dispense into giant paper cup, then apply toppings. Fresh fruit or: Heath bars, gummy bears, Reese’s Pieces, Lucky Charms minus cereal part, Snickers, caramel turtles, Frooty Pebbles, peanut brittle, Cookie Crisp cereal, cookie dough extrusion, plus squirt-on corn syrups/assorted flavo-colors. Predict 100g CHO for conservative estimate.

6.25 units for 100g. Combo 60-40% over 1/2 hour, as if old pro.

After pizza, walk to bustling Froyo World. When see Bubs’s concoction, think way over 100g CHO. But also think there’s no way he will eat all of that. Halfway point, bolus 1.5u more. You know, you don’t have to eat all of it. BUBS: No! I’m fine! I want to! Bolus 2.5 more. Carbliest meal ever: 175g CHO.

A dainty dollop of tart vanilla with a trowel each of Heath and Reese’s Pieces.

Then think that can’t be right. He couldn’t possibly eat that much. Try figure out how abort Combo Bolus. Can’t do on remote. Or can’t see how. Math math math again. Yes. Total really 175g-ish CHO. Reassure self math math math over again. Bubs near final bites. Really, truly: 10.25u accurate dose. Really. Probably.

On way home, think this is going to be way too much insulin simultaneous this is definitely not enough insulin. Not want brag, but after get home, bike ride (glucagon case rattle against basket every bump/tree root): 220. If no IOB, would need 1.37u correction, but 1.92 IOB! Day-um. Pretty close.

OR will be high 2AM, delayed rise due to fatty. OR way too big dose, but insulin too hot so weak. (OR insulin bubbly). OR too small dose but bike ride amplify insulin power. OR something re camp anxiety or growth hormone. OR will be best night ever.

Belly Site Redux (SUCCESS)

Beach camp Day 2: a genuine Inset 30 belly site is under the rash guard of the swift, green person.

First day tummy site. Holla.

Guess because new, for Bigfoot Bubs’s belly site look super creepy. Little bit stomach flip when plug/unplug seventeen times at beach camp* today—something about skin thinness/visible viscera (six pack)/awareness textural difference near belly button make seem more…anatomical fleshy/bloody? Whereas on bum, site seem more like a sticker on very pale cardboard box.

Today new beach camp friend (age 7) notice something fishy/ask, Wait. What is that?

BUBS: Never mind. It’s just like a kind of a sticker

NEW FRIEND: No. I mean: what’s it for?

BUBS: I can’t really get into that right now

BIGFOOT: (extending rash guard to Bubs) Now do you want to wear this?

NFRIEND: (to Bigfoot) So, what is it?

BIGFOOT: Well, Bubs has Type 1 diabetes, and so he needs medicine, and the medicine goes through a little tube that’s stuck on with that sticker

NF: No. I mean, what’s that plastic piece you’re putting into the sticker thing?

BUBS: It’s a clip

NF: What’s the clip for?

BUBS: For swimming

BIGFOOT: (Gallantly stepping in to explain) It’s ok for him to take the medicine off to swim, but he usually clips the little tube closed to keep, I don’t know, grit from getting into it

NF: and to keep the medicine from falling out

BFOOT: I don’t think the medicine would fall out exactly, but maybe some sand might get in there

NF: It would fall out. And the sand would taste terrible. And the salt water would taste worse

BF: It would? To the stomach? The stomach could taste that?

NF: Nods solemnly. Yes

BUBS: I don’t think the stomach would taste anything, but I think I’d get a very, very, VERY bad stomach bug or flu, right Momma?

BIGFOOT: No, I don’t think so—

Bubs/NF run into waves before complete fake epidemiology course.

*This summer learn call ordinary thing “camp” = seem more fun plus make possible endure entire day. If say, “We’re going to the beach for the day,” everyone cry, “Nooooooo.” If say, “Beach camp starts today!” Everyone say, “Yaaaaaay! Beach camp!” Until Beach Camp Day 2. Then cry noooo but come around.

+++++

Earlier this day, meet new school nurse. So kind. But kick off meeting w. downer: more than double # of kids in new school as last year, still just one nurse, nurse very, very busy, probably not able provide as much attention as last year. Bigfoot heart begin sink.

Then nurse show Bigfoot spreadsheet devised for keep diabetes notes, very detailed, also each day (If it’s okay with you) at minimum test BG before snack, before recess, before lunch, before gym, and before send home for day. And also of course whenever he feels low. Five minimum! Good.

Then ask if Bigfoot want nurse administer combo bolus or dual wave 80-20/60-40 for lunch. Not sure, think maybe nurse throw around big girl lingo for showing off? Bigfoot say no, because rarely use combo bolus feature, think too complicated determine when use if not see exactly what Bubs eat. Nurse explain last year T1D parent always request combo bolus for cafeteria pizza. This nurse bitchin!

Then mention Bigfoot need create emergency pack for Music, Library, Art, Gym, Technology, Fire Drill, maybe some other activity Bigfoot already forget. Sound overwhelming but then huge relief “emergency pack” only = glucose tabs in Ziploc bag.

Bigfoot say other thing

Bigfoot sure this not right placement Pinterest button

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