A box as big as our kitchen arrived this week. Inside was a 90 day supply of Cleo kachunkers, tubing, and associated cartridges/syringes/needles. That’s how today became diabetes KonMari day. (Christel’s post was the inspiration, of course.)
Cleaning up after the initial d-storage dump-out was like sifting through a time capsule. In the end, I got rid of a heap of junk and put the more current junk in its place.
Meanwhile, Bubs has a job babysitting for a puppy. The puppy lives down the street, far away enough that I can’t casually spy. And the puppy’s family keeps a special cupboard filled with tantalizing gluten free snacks. And then they pay him money.
So suddenly he’s all man about town, money spilling out of his pockets, eating unmeasured kettlecorn at a job and riding his bicycle into town and buying Awful Awful Juniors and dosing on his own SWAG. He is so much better at this than I have ever been.
LUGUBRIOUS METAPHOR ALERT (gasp): I’m the too-small Spibelt.