So much careless today. Or carefree. Or magic touch. Difficult maintain straight face. Not make eye contact w. diabetes, not attract attention, fly under radar/avoid pistol whip.
12:30pm Adventure starts w. high 223 mg/dL and (misguided, giant) lunch: 12-piece avocado maki + 6 oz. mango lemonade. Swag 100g CHO. Giant insulin dose.
1pm: Gather items for 3-ish hours bike ride. Dexcom sensor falls off (great timing!). Insert new sensor & start 2-hour warm up.
1:15pm: Bike ride begins w. BG 95 mg/dL (95 up? 95 down? Maternal gut instinct this moment = useless dichotomy gut: he’s probably tanking—all of that IOB with concurrent, equal belief he’s probably about to skyrocket—that rice!)
2:30pm: Pit stop. BG 105 mg/dL. Still no gut vibe re What Arrow Would Dexcom Display, but err on side of not fall off bicycle/wretched heap: 15g CHO freebie, form of Del’s mini.
3pm: Stop again; murky green water. Watch frogs. Bubs thirsty (high from the uncovered Del’s?) and hungry (assume whack-a-doo hungry from the high from the uncovered Del’s). Test: 90 mg/dL. Water. Trail mix.
3:30pm: Pedaling away from frog area, Dexcom buzz double blood drops. Boys already jet ahead. Cavalier Bigfoot enter 90 twice. (This is highly irregular. This is the wrong thing to do and the wrong way to be.) Dexcom says 85 straight.
5:30pm: Home. Everyone tired from day in sun. Or tired from hypo? Or tired from hyper? Or what. 115 mg/dL.
6:30pm: dinner time. 84 mg/dL. What the cuss. How can any of this have been right? Three bean-cheese tacos. Big carrot. Total 45g CHO, freewheeling under-bolus by 0.5u, maintain medical improv theme.
9pm: Bedtime. 94 mg/dL.
10pm: Parents barely able hold eyes open. 108 mg/dL on Verio. 111 straight arrow on Dex.