Bubs high a lot over last 24 hour. Correction bolus. Minimal effect. Maybe infusion site bad. Change site. Correction bolus. Still high. Maybe insulin bad. Change insulin. Correction bolus. Still high. Call Dr. On Call. On Call doctor say give more insulin, call in two hours if still high, maybe pump not working. No still high: 167. 167 OK.
Wake up 207. That high, and that STUPID. Bigfoot know it OK not able explain everything. Liver, broken pancreas, growth hormone, complicated ballet variables, so forth. But still: SO STUPID. Before breakfast: 184. That almost OK. 3 hours later: 306. Call Coro Center. Receptionist chuckle warm-heartedly; catch in middle of YouTube break?
If Bubs high, undoubtedly say feel fine. Act fine too–run around, play Lego, not seem tired/slow. Love read this—high blood sugar feeling from articulate adult perspective. Tell Bubs, “Cute Kerri with the blonde hair you know from the Expo you met her she was really nice? With the panda on the rocking horse and pretty like a princess but in jeans? She wrote an essay about how when she has high blood sugar it feels like there’s molasses* instead of blood in her veins.” Bubs: what’s molasses? You know, like in gingerbread. That slow, sticky stuff. Huh. Yeah. I guess so. Could I read it?
(That incorrect. Actually sticky jam + heavy cream.)