TrialNet day. Joslin.
0 minutes (fasting)
NURSE: that’s kind of on the high side but pretty much where you were before; not that high really
1 hour p. OGTT official fruit punch
NURSE: that’s pretty high, but that’s not really the number we’re looking at; it’s the one at the two-hour mark that really means something
Bigfoot 95 (OMG! It worked; it really worked! Mental happy dance. Maybe it was the combination of gluten-free and KM60, all of the avocados…the fancy salt!)
NURSE: No, one ninety-five (195)
BIGFOOT: Oh, ONE ninety-five. Okay
NURSE: That’s kind of high, but usually after the one hour mark we’ll see you sort of plateau or drop down a bit
2 hours p. OGTT OFP
Bigfoot 276 Nurse disbelief/265 Nurse resigned, Bigfoot disbelief/Bigfoot self-administer Verio IQ (close eyes, third time charm) 293. Pffffft.
That’s that. Done. Walk 7 minutes Joslin—>Chipotle (It lunchtime; Bigfoot not wish repeat last time, i.e. attempted drive home sans eat, felt hypo/pull car over/sweaty-shaky/coffee milkshake drama.)
Chipotle. Begin order normal low carb bowl: lettuce, chicken, avocado, medium salsa. Add also black beans, corn (for carbs.)
Before eat, feel little bit oogy. Test. 106.
Half hour later, head back Joslin parking garage. Shaky, sweaty, ask Jack stop walking, test. 66. See Panera, suggest giant cookies; Jack consent.
Eat oatmeal raisin cookie part, feel sick, texture all wrong in mouth; sweet but same time nonfood. Raisins oddly small. Oats oddly…flake-ish, like substance ogre might cough up, phlegmy bits stuck in ogre-beard. Nauseated shaky sweaty, stomach so full lettuce/chicken/beans/ohhhh…continue walk.
Feel worse. Feel like mmmmm wouldn’t it be nice to sit down in the snow? Maybe even face down in the snow, just for a little while? And Jack could go sit with those people in that bus stop shelter if he gets cold. Mmmm. Wouldn’t it be nice if this newspaper box were made of a melty soft Creamsicle material, and I could sort of stick my face into it and it would sort go up my nose and down my throat and in my mouth and get in my eyebrows and be all orange-creamy? Then think: you’re being weird. Then test: 50. Then: no, it should be made of melting frozen butterscotch pudding.
BIGFOOT: Jack, I’m low
JACK: Are you ok?
BIGFOOT: I’ll be ok
JACK: What should I do if you pass out? (<–always thinking!)
BIGFOOT: Just tell any of these people. We are right by a bunch of hospitals. I think that brick thing is a hospital. They’re probably all doctors. Tell them I need juice. Ask a person in scrubs, maybe. I won’t faint. Maybe I should eat more. Let’s not do a thing where you feel like you have to be the parent. That’s supposed to be really bad for kids
Root through bag. Find Kind bar–nuts, dried fruit. Probably not recommended hypo treatment. Ugh. Ack. Too much texture in mouth. Feel each shard individually, grinding around on tongue, walk/eat/walk/eat. How persons ever swallow masticated Kind bar? Rubble. Put too much in at once. Entire bar? Could be wood chips/cardboard, but sweet. Jack pat Bigfoot back. Mom? Are you okay?
BIGFOOT: I think so. I can’t remember which way to walk. Let’s just walk in a straight line, or go around a block. I’m sorry
JACK: I think you have the opposite of diabetes. Should we go back and tell the TrialNet people? You made too much insulin
BIGFOOT: I guess I did. Bad timing though
JACK: No offense? But it’s like your pancreas is drunk. Or just really unreliable
Remaining portion day, feel weird. Start drive home, then stop. Pull over The Street parking lot. It necessary hypo recovery, or simply sudden keen interest browse Container Store? 137. Really sick, or could bad feeling be imagination? Something off. Maybe drink help. Buy Diet Coke. Terrible. Then Container Store. Jack patiently admire every fancy Post-it note, every dog biscuit tin, Russel + Hazel binder systems. I never knew so many things could be considered containers! Then acquire hot, milky tea. Tea weak, all wrong, not feel better. 197. Then drive. Then stop again. Choose cold drink again. Still not taste right. Not feel right in self. Can’t get to right feeling.
Gobsmacked. Not only not better, but instead worse. WTH going on in there?
And so much wonder real hypo person. How schoolchildren ever able learn, take test, brain all scrambled up, order of: can’t find parking garage straight line/one block away or decide hot or cold drink or determine if actually sick or just container-shoppy?