Early-middle Independence Day party, Bubs arrive beer/guacamole/adult area for gummy bears & hypo-zone out Joe’s lap. Stare into distance, look at nothing. Eyes unfocused, mouth ajar. Then mutter normal kids.
Wait for next part of sentence. Nothing. Then:
Normal kids don’t have low blood sugar.
BUBS: Normal kids don’t have low blood sugar and feel like crap almost every day
BUBS: Normal kids are on that hammock and I’m over here, because I have diabetes
JOE: I’m sorry you don’t feel so good
BUBS: If I didn’t have diabetes, you could just…drop me off at parties and I could eat whatever I, all of the time, and what I would eat, I would just eat whatever everyone was having
BUBS: I could just go and sleep over at a friend’s house any time they invite me
BUBS: I have daiy-ya-bee-teeees
Quiet monotone, obviously feeling icky, perhaps extra icky because this insight: I have diabetes. They don’t. Obviously know this from beginning, but enormity never sink in before. Then suddenly feel better & rejoin kids & eat hot dog ketchup bun marshmallow clementine Izze Freedom-from-Brittania-cake & coffee ice cream. Plus two more marshmallows, plus one more marshmallow.
This happen right after read this, which make Bigfoot realize probably child not always 100% un-bothered take in stride. Jig probably up. Kids know. Sorry.
Next day, dinner.
BUBS: Yesterday I was so sad that I have diabetes, but, you know, I’m really lucky!
BUBS: Yeah, because if I didn’t get diagnosed in time, I’d be dead now, right?
BFOOT: Well, there would have been lots of warning signs…
BUBS: But if you didn’t notice, I would have died, right?
JACK: Like, if you still hadn’t taken him to the hospital by today, would he be dead by today?
BFOOT: Guys, it’s like two years later. Even if we didn’t figure it out that day at the Museum, we would have noticed really soon after because he would have just been so, so, so thirsty—
BUBS: Uh-huh, Jack, yeah, I’d be dead. And I’m also really lucky, because at least for diabetes there’s a cure
BF: There is?
BUBS: Well, you know like a remedy
BUBS: Yeah, you know, and there are at least ten or a twenty worse things like (counts on fingers) pancreatic cancer, lung cancer…you know, like that?
BF: That’s true. You were so sad yesterday. It was like you were kind of noticing what a drag it is for the first time, you know, you were saying “Normal kids don’t feel like crap every day” and—
BUBS: I know. But I feel better today. I was just saying that because I was low, you know?