I graduated to having the mixed meal tolerance test (MMTT) instead of the OGTT. The meal was a shake called Boost. It was large and it was vanilla. When I gagged, the Joslin endo and nurse reported people intentionally buy this product from grocery stores, to eat.
MMTT is different from OGTT in that Boost contains carbs, protein, and fat, instead of just carbs. I found two interesting things on MMTT here and here. My tolerance was good. My BG was at 130 or 107 or something normal like that at the end.
I’d have done a mic drop, but here is something illogical and sad: it is satisfying to have crazy BG after drinking something vile. I feel betrayed by my insides: they were able to assimilate Boost into themselves as a functioning part of the whole thing that is me. Now I am part Boost.
Jack had a non-fasting blood draw today. Since his study is double blind, this tube of blood will be sent away for analysis elsewhere with no comment until he totally has diabetes, or until the end of the study in X years.
About an hour before his blood was taken, he’d had a mango smoothie, a hash brown patty, and a bite of an Egg McMuffin; after the draw, he tested with the meter in my book bag, just to see what kind of blood he’d put in the tube. By our meter his BG was 78 mg/dL.
I was reminded to not assume this non-diabetic state is because he had the drug/not the placebo, and that none of us will know drug/placebo until the end of the study. But WOW. Whether it is the drug or just some kind of self-reversing diabetes, WOW.
We live close to Boston, so going there is not really a trip trip, but when Jack and I go we bring Bubs a souvenir. For my part, this is because of guilt. It starts when we pack: we chuck our things in one small bag. It is so easy. The guilt builds when we choose where to go for dinner: i.e., wherever the hell we want.
BIGFOOT: Bubs. I’m so sorry. This isn’t gluten free. It has barley malt in it—
BUBS: (Spits into sink.)
BIGFOOT: I am so sorry. I read the ingredients, but I guess I was sloppy about it.
BUBS: (Holds chocolate box aloft.) May I take these outside and bash them with a sledgehammer?
JACK: I’ll help!
What followed was a sweet scene of two boys being aware of each other’s personal space while quite gracefully smashing a box of chocolate with crowbars. Once Bubs was satisfied and had walked away, Jack tried to salvage a few edible shards.
Is it possible the amount of barley malt extract ingested will be < 20 millionths of the total amount of particles Bubs took in over the course of the day, and would that make this day certified gluten free, even though the chocolate was not?
FOUR MORE YEARS
Yesterday was Bubs’s 4 year d-versary. (It might also have been today.) (Either way, I forgot to commemorate it.) (Ditto 2014, 2013.) In the first four years everything changed: needles to pens to pump to Dexcom to Share. Within the next four years, iLet? More delights?
Hey, I think today or yesterday was your four year anniversary of having diabetes.
BUBS: (Flexes in muscle man pose.)
BIGFOOT: Should we do something to celebrate?
BUBS: Maybe you could give me some more of that barley chocolate. (<–Sarcastic but friendly.) Good night!