Two Disconcerts, No Photo Available

Disconcert #1 (long one)

Yesterday Bigfoot math volunteer Bubs’s class. Notice Bubs read library book while teacher give math instructions, then continue read when divide into groups.

Friend call “Hey B, how about you, me, and P?” Bubs not reply, although this premium favorite friend group. “Bubs?” Bubs blink at friend say Nah, I’m leaving. I have low blood sugar.

Teacher hear, ask classmate escort Bubs nurse’s office, meanwhile math volunteer job begin: help children plan 8-person Thanksgiving feast for as close to $175 as possible using Shaw’s sale flyer.

Bubs not come back, not come back, Bigfoot think must be low, must be recover on nurse fainting couch. Then Bubs come back. Sit on floor near group. Group already chose turkey, 99cents/pound. Already calculate cost. Already choose beverage: it Mountain Dew. Ten bottles, $10. Now time for choose vegetables. Boys discuss merits canned vs. fresh. Bubs move away. Sit alone, criss-cross applesauce on cold floor, chin on palm of hand/elbow on knee. Pale.

BIGFOOT: Hi! What’s going on?

BUBS: I’m not going to tell you

BIGFOOT: Why did you leave your group?

BUBS: (Scowls, moves away)

BIGFOOT: Should I leave you alone? I feel like something’s wrong (<–insightful)

Then awesome teacher approach, explain Hey Bubs, your group needs you! Come on, buddy. That  type friendly man chat. It work. Then teacher explain quietly Bigfoot it turns out he was angry that he had to wait so long to test his blood sugar, because someone else was in the nurse’s office, getting their I think it was a GI tube? changed, so it took a long time. But his number was fine. Anyway, it turns out he was just angry that they chose the drinks without him. Guess he’s not so into Mountain Dew.

Meanwhile, Bubs move away. Sit alone again, scowl Bigfoot, mumble something.

BIGFOOT: What did you say?

BUBS: I said I’m DEPRESSED because you did not put anything. Edible. In. My. Lunchbox. So I’m not going to eat ANYTHING for the rest of the day

BIGFOOT: Well, you’re in luck. Because I’m here today. And there’s still time before lunch. So you can tell me what you’d like and I will go get it*

BUBS: I don’t want ANYTHING. Everything you make is always disgusting

BIGFOOT: (having seen this extremely negative rage personality before, makes an unbelievable offer) How about if I go to McDonald’s, and get chicken nuggets and an icy Diet Coke, and drop them off for you in the office?

BUBS: I TOLD you. I don’t. Want. Anything. Especially NOT FROM YOU

BIGFOOT: How about EATS?


BIGFOOT: How about Five Guys?

BUBS: Nice job on wasting your life trying to name restaurants. You don’t even know any good restaurants


After math volunteer job end (Bigfoot recommend each group $4.99 clementines, Buy One Get One Free Boursin cheese, avoid pre-made Shaw’s pie. Very help), nurse call Bigfoot telephone. Hello, Bigfoot? It’s not an emergency. Before recess he was 79. When he came at 9:30 he was 252, no ketones. When he left math because he felt low, he was 119, and then just a little bit later he was 79 so I knew he was dropping so I got him to eat part of a Luna bar…

All pieces fall into place. Bubs read instead pay attention because BG mid-plummet. Does right thing: visit nurse. But # is normal. So return same dismal situation. Sit in math, more plummet. Feel worse and worse. Probably feel something along line of “I asked for help because I feel like shit and they told me I was fine.” Disconcert because: not sure how could be different, but this very sad.

Disconcert #2 (short one)

Pick up Rx refill @pharmacy. This trip Rx special. Because for 1st time in forever, pick up syringe refill. Because travel Thanksgiving. Because back up for pump is Lantus pen/pen needles + Humalog (non-pen) + syringes. Co-pay for syringes: $25.72. That weird amount for copay. Thought would be $5. Call Blue Cross. Very helpful. Say Bigfoot responsible entire cost syringes because name brand. Ask is there a generic brand I could get instead? Answer no but: you can get them at no cost from a durable goods supplier. Say what? Blue Cross Rep start rattle off names durable good suppliers.

Disconcert because: Bigfoot consider mail-order diabetes supplies territory of Actual Diabetes Persons. Such as: people meet at Friends for Life (experts), old people, Type 2s, people who can’t drive/no legs/blind, Wilfred Brimley. Today mark day Bigfoot cross over into Actual Diabetes Person.

*Defensive N.B.: Bigfoot not usually so coddle, but Cognitive Behavior Diabetes Therapist teach Bigfoot how bend away conflict this manner when child so insanely unreasonable.


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