To wash dishes, I take this bracelet off because I love it and don’t want to get it wet or peanut buttery. Today I realized it makes a perfect bubble-prevention resting place for a prefilled cartridge.
Farewell to Halloween
Target slashed prices on unpopular Halloween candies in November. Since then, these Lemonheads–> have been the preferred treatment for lows: sturdy, portable boxes of fast-acting pellets. Only five boxes remain.
Since the sturdy box format has been working so well, I bought wee boxes of conversation hearts. Bubs says the hearts come with an additional benefit: no one wants to eat them for fun. They are gross. I put some conversation hearts on a plate to see if my people would eat them. No takers. In the end, I tried the pale orange one with “BLING” on it. Truly, it was worse than a Reli-on glucose tab. GLUTEN BAD BAD BAD IDEA.
Hidden Perk of Changing Pumps
JOE: Babe, do we have any double A batteries?
BIGFOOT: (Hands over a lithium double A.)
JOE: (Reverently.) But aren’t these for the pump?
BF: They’re for his old pump.
JOE: Sahhh-wheat! This is going to be one long-lasting nose hair trimmer.
Mixed Meal Tolerance
I had TrialNet yesterday. It was uneventful. I drank the shake and tolerated it.
LADA Drama (Not Really a Good Thing)
Since I had the old Dexcom on, I could see that post shake I went up to 180-ish, then quickly down to 60-ish, which—to me—feels TERRIBLE like: eat eat eat must eat get the fuck out of my way I need to eat can’t you people MOVE I need to eat oh my gah lemonade iced tea juice bread hamantaschen why is it so HOT in here? I took this opportunity to eat a giant bagel, and then I was on the messed up rollercoaster (baby rollercoaster) for the rest of the day until I ate an apple the size of my head with a wheel of cheddar cheese and drank hard cider and went to bed.
And that is how to kick away a low if you want to gain weight while being a completely ineffective person. Please note that I lied: it was two bagels.
This all made me aware of how impossible it is to eat a glucose tab or two or three, and wait fifteen minutes. Forget it. This is like telling someone to not urinate when they’re sitting naked on a toilet with a full bladder and the bathtub faucet running while watching a video of a stream.
Children’s Fiction for Omnipod Lovers
I’d never heard of these books. I think my people are too old. It’s a three-part series for children—Series of Unfortunate Events-age children—and the protagonist has a magical device called an Omnipod. (!) From skimming the book, the Omnipod is a prominent part of the story. Isn’t that fun?