Pancake

Pancakes

Bigfoot buy protein powder Whole Foods. Try choose least assertive flavor. Store brand vanilla seem safe; at home afraid use. Not even open canister. Leave on counter. After few day, move pantry. Close door.

Not a great ad for protein powder

Bigfoot protein powder memory stain with college evangelical Christian boy, skinny, white, big veins on hands/arms stirring water + something in cafeteria–glass after glass of little cafeteria drinking glass. Ask what is drink/tell Bigfoot “Just some protein powder.” Bigfoot look past protein glass/veins—see T-shirt. Caricature Jesus crown of thorn, carry big wood cross, slogan at bottom “Benchpress This!”

Ask Facebook what OK make this creepy powder? Bubs eat it? Smoothie one answer. More intrigue: PANCAKE. Slip into pancake. This night everyone in bed, Bigfoot try make. This pancake so delicious? Or Bigfoot just easy due to starve? (Starve due to improvise dal dinner time—gag on golden raisin.) Pretty sure pancake delicious.

PANCAKE

Whole grain pancake/waffle mix (1 cup?) + tiny blue egg + 4 brown-black bananas + vanilla coconut milk (3/4 cup?) + 2 big scoops creepy powder.

Whiz together blender.

Heat pan. Sizzle glob coconut fat/butter.

Fry pancake as if normal. Better small—banana makes extra sticky. Yet not unflippable.

Eat. Maple syrup.

Bigfoot find delightful. Think banana mask creepy protein taste. Also: not low carb. Baby step better than regular pancake. Maybe Bubs eat, maybe not. Try not get heart set on. Difficult impress this person food, only impress large Nerf gun.

Big week: Tuesday Bubs birthday 9. Friday Pump lesson #1. PREPARE: Bigfoot + Jack visit Target (Nerf). Next REI, buy running belt. Maybe Bubs pump fit? Adjust waistband smallest size, look way too big. Pocket look way too small hold pump. Also buy wrist wallet. Think Bubs carry emergency Skittle pack there.

Not Go

Still from the 4-minute Turkish animated film Don't Go.

Bigfoot attend school lunch. Morning Bubs say, I would like to eat with you, even if you don’t have time to go to Five Guys. I just like spending time with you. Very nice! Of course Bigfoot comply. Not able bring special delivery—only apple, little knife, cutting board. Sit with Bubs + bubbly Chinese classmate, literally bounce peanut butter sandwich on table between bite. Conversation around custom Lego minifigure. Fun. Not relevant friend Chinese, Bigfoot kind of provincial.

After lunch, visit Dream Nurse. 50 carbs. Dream Nurse have Bubs calculate dose, Bigfoot experience vague sensation persons gathering outside doorway during injection. It true. Tiny boy in sun yellow wheelchair there, aide beside. Vomit cover lap, Dream Nurse so compose, tell Bigfoot I guess we should make a plan for you to show me the pump next week, but I need to deal with this situation now. Tiny boy face same expression Bubs face: know something wrong, but not worry. Know adult handle it OK.

Little they know, adult so messed up: bury face in dog neck, call dog my little Irish gentleman!/ make repeated smooch noise; give insulin correction (300+ at dinner)/cause tank in night (55), force awake sing Yaz “Don’t Go,” (inspire by PCFF film class film)–try force drink orange juice/eat candy corn, then force brush teeth–let sleep fifteen minute, test again (64), make up let’s see if it goes up more in ten minutes instead of wake up/force eat (85), decide ten more minutes? Sure; research slack lines/poplin shirt/LL Bean Signature/feel bad about eat too much mini eggs at Arts Night; did ten minutes go by yet?/I don’t know/Check the meter!/three minutes/Is it time yet?(73)/Should I give him more candy? Seven? Seven candy corn? They’re only two each? Hear spouse say, “Sweet pea? I have to wake you up now. You have to eat more candy.” Hear Bubs cry in sleep, then, “It’s only five days until my birthday!”

Bigfoot have second thoughts $20,000 hypoglycemia dog. Even dog make mistake—New Yorker article re face transplant mention drunk woman wake up, find golden retriever ate lips/nose while passed out. Bigfoot not sure what dog think, but sure dog good intention while eat owner face. Hypoglycemia dog maybe just one more being Bigfoot second guess, get in line behind self, spouse, endocrinologist, Animas representative, cousin-in-law push fish oil, Drs. Weil/Oz, Sam Talbot (egg white blueberry thing), et al.

For good news: chocolate So Delicious coconut milk now in little lunch box size: 9g carbs.

For shocking news: one month supply test strips: $435.

11:15PM blood sugar 107. Formulate plan: let’s check again after some Daily Shows and as long as it’s not going back down, let’s say we’re in the clear/Okay?/Okay/Yeah. I just want to to be over/Yeah.

Seizure-y

What lengths will you go to for an extra one of these?

Bubs’s Lantus dose 9u now. 7u before. Coro Center nurse advise test 2AM one or two times, make sure not go too low in night. Tell Bigfoot not need worry, Bubs “is just a normal, growing boy with diabetes.”

As imagine, Bigfoot not 100% keen on 2AM finger prick. Therefore agree camp out by fire, try make mild homestyle adventure. Bubs in sleeping bag, Bigfoot on sofa. Two new New Yorker magazine arrive while Bigfoot in Bahamas, eager read article with Darwin/altruism/vampire bat regurgitate blood into mouth of starving fellow vampire bat.

Settle in by fire. Bigfoot have magazine open, sheepskin spread over sofa, big duvet all to self. Alarm set 2AM. Bubs in sleeping bag, rosy cheeks, hair damp from shower.

BUBS: I feel like I can’t fall asleep

BFOOT: Maybe you’re too hot

BUBS: Yeah

BFOOT: Let’s skooch you away from the fire

BUBS: OK (sets sleeping bag and pillow up a few feet further away from the fire)

BFOOT: (goes back to reading vampire bat article)

BUBS: Or maybe I can’t fall asleep because I just feel so low

BFOOT: You do? (Hops up to get finger pricker. Bubs handles the pricker and runs the test)

BUBS: 39

BFOOT: Thirty-nine? Really? (Runs into kitchen to get candy corn)

BUBS: I’m sorry

BFOOT: It’s not your fault! Are you eating those?

BUBS: It is my fault. I should have told you sooner

BFOOT: Did you eat all seven?

BUBS: Yeah

BFOOT: Did you feel low and not say something?

BUBS: No

BFOOT: It’s not your fault! Honey, you know it’s not your fault at all

BUBS: My legs feel weird. They feel all…seizure-y

BFOOT: They do? (Starts rubbing his legs)

BUBS: Yeah, it’s like I can control them and make them stay still but it’s really really hard to

Sam Fuld is not Sam Talbot

Now at 99. Bigfoot pause. Think. What different? Switch cow milk for sugarfree coconut milk, unsweet almond milk. Also Girl Scout cookies arrive. Also, swim YMCA minnow no guppy (rigorous.) But what if LANTUS whopper dose the problem—low come back again, again, again? Really need hypoglycemia awareness dog. Ask spouse check again: 137.

Sam Talbot eats sauteed broccoli rabe for a snack

Meanwhile, for happy thing, Sam Talbot cookbook arrive. Bigfoot recommend. Sam Talbot so handsome, so healthy, Type 1 since age 12, professional chef, surfer, book of recipe also have practical advice for how carry syringe in pocket, how organize supplies in home, how bring all need in waterproof box for surf. Still huge hassle but gorgeous book make feel better this topic. Wee bit. Bigfoot family decide make pilgrimage Montauk, find Sam Talbot restaurant. Book feature photo Sam Talbot test blood sugar–same blue meter as Bubs, but Sam Talbot meter all scratched up (sandy lifestyle).

Lemon ricotta pancake. Sam Talbot say eat only one time in year because splurge. Sam Talbot limit carbs under 90/day (20-30/meal.) Bigfoot so far away this goal.

One Samoa cookie: 10g carbs. Seems like should be more.

Good Thing

It's a good diabetes thing.

Bigfoot start Pinterest board for GOOD DIABETES. Off to slow start, but E for effort. Have one Kreatelier Epipen satchel, hypoglycemia awareness dog picture, beloved diabetes blogs, So Delicious Sugar Free Coconut Milk. There anything else?

In fantasy, other good things for diabetes: Bubs take SAT for as much time as need, maybe allow cheat some way, get perfect score, attend Swarthmore free of charge. Also: diabetes force Bubs interested science, become endocrinologist, male version Dr. Doughnut, also find cure, inspire parade, dance “running man” on parade float. This too: maybe Bubs become magnet for nice people, who enjoy idea look out for friend, repel delinquent character w/no time for sickness.

 

OK Beverage

2g carbs for 8 ounces. (Vs. cow milk, 13g.)

Bigfoot realize share many complain. Today something nice: this product. Bubs try So Delicious Coconut Milk Beverage Sugar Free Vanilla on breakfast cereal. Like very much. Also OK drink plain. Also pass test addition hot cocoa. Bigfoot also enjoy.

Sweet because have stevia. One time, Bigfoot read stevia leaf not only better than sugar for diabetic person, also better than nothing. That why Bigfoot encourage Bubs drink tea—>vehicle for sneak stevia into diet. Also sprinkle Pure Via packet on berries. Very tasty, maybe have some blood sugar regulation benefit, at very least believe benign.*

Also this milk contain small amount calcium. 10% US RDA. Glass of cow milk: 30%. OK.

While look for picture, see So Delicious mini fudgesicles also now available stevia variety. 14g carbs. (OK.)

Bigfoot is not professional So Delicious spokesmodel.

*Here what Bigfoot read about that: some researchers believe that stevia helps diabetics absorb and use glucose in a more efficient manner.

It happen

Green beans: 1

Today Bubs walk over to skillet trimmed raw green bean, waiting there for dinnertime get cooked. Exclaim, “greeeeen beans!” Chomp raw bean.

Eight years old. This mark first time Bubs initiate own vegetable consumption. For eon, Bigfoot endure asshole parent suggest “If your children see you enjoying vegetables, they’ll want to eat them too!” and “It takes fifteen tries to get a new taste incorporated into a child’s pleasure repertoire!”

Bigfoot try not make big deal out of bean, not want scare child away from pan. Net result: Bubs eat one bean. Bigfoot ask, “Aren’t they good raw?” Bubs nod, so enthusiastic. Bigfoot keep eye on pan. Visitor not return.

It get dark. Bigfoot spouse ride bicycle home, long journey. Jack and Bubs seem hungry, or at least Bigfoot want them be hungry so can test Bubs blood sugar as smooth move not test as a worrywart hover mother. All day use 1:20 insulin ratio, this double amount at beginning of week, Bubs low at school before P.E. today. Low again after play on playground. These facts all just build suspense. Point of story: Bubs blood sugar OK and also ask taste massaman curry.

Recommended brand of Massaman curry paste

It Bigfoot first attempt make favorite variety Thai curry at home. Taste just like restaurant because use can of massaman curry from actual Thailand, no improvise seasoning with own brain. This probably not nutritious at all: potato-carrot-peanut cook in coconut milk, serve with (white) jasmine rice. Bubs think too spicy (it not spicy) and only try potato and rice (two food Bigfoot role model Jillian Michaels/Michelle Obama avoid). But Bigfoot feel glad Bubs volunteer to try new food.

Meanwhile, Bigfoot read about stinky bathroom on Six Until Me: There was a man in there before you from the hearing center. A diabetic … you know how that smells. I’ve been trying to clean it up but that smell lingers. What? Diabetic pee smell worse than ordinary pee? Bigfoot never notice. Bigfoot notice bad smell in bathroom, chalk up to poor aim of youth in rush, urine saturate tile grout. Next day chalk up to natural toilet cleaner, smell like zoo animal urine on wood chip. Maybe this all diabetic pee smell? Bigfoot generally not enjoy smell of urine.

Smell get worse lockstep with high blood sugar number?

This all quite big hassle for Bigfoot

Bigfoot star in insomnia drama, put foot in mouth each time speak. Bigfoot ashamed upon mental replay day:

  • ask woman Bigfoot barely know (same sex partner sit beside in church pew), “Were you going through a divorce the last time we met?”
  • also Bigfoot complain to wife of head of endocrinology Brown University that pediatric endocrinologist have brusque demeanor, then learn they BFFs. That not accurate–only attend same Christmas party.
  • what more, Bigfoot tell recovering alcoholic Bigfoot think anyone benefit from 12 step program, “even people without addictions, but who just have bad personalities.”
  • for grand finale, Bigfoot tell mother-in-law no remember poem she type for Jack on his first birthday, even after she tell Bigfoot, “But I know it really touched you, because I distinctly remember that you cried when you read it.” Bigfoot tell her in breezy tone, “Well, I’ve never been much of an archivist–if it was in a birthday card I probably recycled it.” Everyone gracious to Bigfoot despite.

He seem quite normal

After astronomically too long time, Bigfoot read notes from diabetes lesson, they in blue marble composition book Bigfoot not recall purchase–it have unpleasant texture paper and blue same color as “The Price is Right” stage set. Bigfoot a good note-taker but not good at absorb knowledge. This why Bigfoot not Ph.D. in cultural anthropology, also Bigfoot not know must give Bubs snack at bedtime if blood sugar < 120. Tonight Bigfoot read this note, wake child to feed 15 gram carb snack worth of So Delicious Coconut Milk Ice Cream. (Vanilla. He ask pleasantly, “Is this red velvet flavor?” Bigfoot concern lack of sugar destroy taste buds. Hope not permanent.) Bigfoot very afraid if need use Glucagon injection, it seem too terrible poke big needle into child like Pulp Fiction scene.

Bigfoot unnecessarily recreate table for record blood sugar. Brain infected with notion it better if table on 8 1/2 x 11 paper with 2 weeks per side, double sided, then three hole punch, put in magenta trim Russel + Hazel binder for storage when complete. It take forever, but now Bigfoot expert make table in Microsoft Word. Have varied borders and shading, chic text box label each meal, it look very nice but Bigfoot too tired to print. Continue use ugly spiral record book, complimentary Eli Lilly.

Spouse scold Bigfoot not asleep yet, while have opportunity. Bigfoot take 2 Ativan, try be less asshole tomorrow.

Bigfoot say other thing

Bigfoot sure this not right placement Pinterest button

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