Past two weeks, Bubs’s Dexcom crossed off martinis hours at a time. Dexcom sent replacement transmitter and you don’t need to send back the one you’re using now, so I won’t send a return label.
Of course navel-gazer mother don old one as soon as new one arrive. Similar four-year-old girl insist add grandma’s discarded bra dress-up bin, then insist wear GDB in public with air of just in case I grow breasts today.
Alleged dud transmitter work perfectly. Could Bubs’s martini problem be related to those slinky-fabric Underarmour shirts he wears every day? Brand new transmitter + Underarmour = crossed-off martini occasionally (not as often, but…); old transmitter + 100% merino wool clothing = works fine.
Anecdotal; hwvr, smells like science.
Day one: Cadbury Minieggs (twenty!) for breakfast, try provoke something. Ho-hum 114, diagonal arrow up, and…straight arrow. Gentle return to 90’s.
Lunch ate kale salad/put pancreas out of my mind. WHAM. 180-ish. Initially feel: achievement. Then remember high = bad. No. Not bad. Out of range. Reason is delayed Minieggs? Salad too low fat? Too much applecarbs in salad? Secret walnut allergy/some crazy thing?
Dinnertime: bibimbap. Serious carbage form of white rice. Bc wanna be starting something. Twenty minutes post b b b, Dexcom reveal climb 120, diagonal arrow up. And then nuffin. Straight across arrow, back down 90-ish w. gentle landing.
Day two: change HIGH setting to 150. All day unable surpass 150 range, even w. free-range snacking on Plentils/humus.
Day three: chip still on/Bigfoot forget bring receiver out on town. Home again, what? Hello zzzzt, zzzzt from pocket of coat on hook. HIGH. Not just high over 150, but high + approx 250. Fuck. Theory: saw man most dreaded sort of hug. Hug in style of: I Barely Know Your Name, But Everyone Loves My Hugs and You Probably Need One, Aww hug. Crossed paths w. Hug Man twice, both times see coming from long distance. Probably overstimulate sympathetic nervous system (fight/flight/hug) adrenaline. Also oatmeal cookies.
Meanwhile, Bubs’s BG so nice all week, relax into sense of mastery. All to shit over weekend. (Not bad kind of shit. Out of range type shit.) Fortunately Mad Men Season 6 released Netflix.
Meanwhile meanwhile, T1D cover story Sunday Times. Long, thorough, almost completely accurate! Not mention Bigfoot by name, but story seems underline specific form injustice. Family w. insurance, overbearing parent or two = beau coup Dexcom while person who needs Dexcom most (i.e., Bigfoot mind, child w. parents unable spend time/money focus brain on BG because rest of life interfere). Sorry.