Order of Operations

Good friend invite Bubs attend racetrack! Racetrack big event for Bubs: first time see racetrack. Also first time count carbs/bolus sans parent. School chum’s mother suggest, “Let’s give them dinner before we meet up, and then maybe they can choose an ice cream from the truck at the racetrack.”

Seem OK. Perfect, even! Like birthday party, but w. ideal adult:child ratio + only one foodstuff + super-aware & helpful Friendy** on scene. Bubs can carry own meter, ice cream from truck in labelled package; if no label, Bubs call/text parents for help. Joe review w. Bubs test before you’re going to eat, and call us for help with the carbs and insulin if you need it. Bigfoot/Joe agree what could go wrong?

BING! Text arrive

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Even the nicest, most conscientious person we know can not be expected to restrain our child from doing everything in the wrong damn order.

Everything wrong. Allow Bigfoot elaborate:

1. "and" = two desserts instead of one; 2. "says he's feeling fine" = probably blew off Friendy when she asked him to do what he needed to do before eating the sweets; 3. "saw him check the monitor thing on his chest" = no blood test; 4. "All good" = he is acting like he is doing everything correctly even though he knows he's not.

1. “and” = two desserts instead of one; 2. “says he’s feeling fine” = probably blew off Friendy when she asked him to do what he needed to do before eating the sweets; 3. “saw him check the monitor thing on his chest” = no blood test; 4. “All good” = he is acting like he is doing everything correctly even though he knows he’s not.

Twenty-eight (28!)—or more!—minutes after eat two desserts:

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“Great!” <–he cracks me up.

Who can say? Maybe half hour bolus delay = extra-brilliant move for double dessert, kind of like pre-bolus? Although opposite, could be magically efficacious due to utter fuck-up-ed-ness entire operation.

Friendy is not her real name, although we *do* know one Friendy.

Moving on.

How different next time?

  • Ask friend to not buy Bubs any food until he calls us with his number
  • During that call, find out what he is going to eat and help him figure out the CHO
  • Get him to bolus over the phone & tell us the number
  • ?

**Friendy is not her real name

EPILOGUE!

I'm breathless. He came home with a straight line and 97 and straight arrow.

I’m breathless. He came home with a straight line and 97 and straight arrow.

After ask about racetrack:

BIGFOOT: Was it also fun eating two desserts without testing, Mister No-Test-Before-Eating?

BUBS: What? I tested. And what do you mean two desserts?

BF: Mrs. Friendy texted us–you had Del’s and an ice cream!

BUBS: I tested. And I bolused. And, DAD, it WASN’T a hundred carbs like you told me

BF: (gasp!) Then why did you bolus so much?

BUBS: I didn’t–I just told Mrs. Friendy what the bolus would have been for a hundred, and I told her 6.65 but of course I didn’t take that much because I just used the nutrition facts on the package. And I guessed 25 for the Del’s, and that worked. See? (Turns on Dexcom, holds screen up to parents’ faces)

BF: Wow! I’m so glad you didn’t take all of that insulin

BUBS: The ice cream was tiny. It was like 13 carbs

BF: I’m so happy! You know what to do!

BUBS: I know, right? And I guess I guessed right for the pretzel too

JOE: You had pretzels?

BUBS: No. I had a pretzel. A huge hot pretzel. It was so good!

Stick a fork in me

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7 responses to “Order of Operations

  1. “…for the pretzel too.” hahahahaha! He’s got this covered! <—harhar

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  2. so much life gets misconstrued in text messages. Drives me bonkers. Supposed to make life easier but it just confuses things.
    Kudos to your super SMARTY PANTS kid!

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  3. I would love to send Bubs and Joe out on the town together. They’d be pancreatic geniuses .

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  4. There’s got to be a lie in here somewhere… at least that, or the Dexcom has some catching up to do (probably has by now).

    Either that, or he really handled it perfectly and I’m going on an all-Ice-Cream and pretzel diet. (Sorry, I have no idea what Del’s is, so I can’t commit to that one!)

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  5. I have such admiration for parents of kids with diabetes. I just don’t know how you survive each day without losing your mind in helpless worry. Especially when they are away from you and out of your area of “control!” I feel helpless so often just trying to understand my own diabetes. I worry enough about taking care of myself, and just hoping I don’t crash or do anything diabetes-related that jeopardizes my daughter when she is alone with me. But if I had to worry about HER, not being able to know how she feels minute by minute, what she’s eating, what she is or isn’t bolusing for, etc. You are a rock star!

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