So the girl had to go to some non-endocrinologist doctor the other day.  It was all the way in Los Angeles.  A 3.5 hour drive.  This family is lucky I travel so well!  But that’s not the point of this post.  The point is, I’m good at alerting.

Anyways, we had to wait a long time for the doctor.  The girl was not feeling it.  The girl kept repeating “why isn’t the doctor here, why isn’t the doctor here yet?”  She was over it, as you can see below. While we waited…and waited…..and waited…… I could smell that the girl’s Blood Sugar was out of whack.  So I let the dad know.   The dad told the girl it was time to check BG.  She balked for a bit.  She usually doesn’t do that, but she was running too high, has been sick with a cold, and hadn’t slept well the night before.  And when she doesn’t sleep well I don’t sleep well!  Well, neither do the mom or dad.  So I guess she dictates our quality of sleep…..and that’s not right come to think of it.  Anyways…..After she balked for a short time, she then turned into the smarty pants she usually is.  She gave her foot to the dad.  And said go ahead and check.  HA.    I like this kid.   Whatever.  I appreciate a good sense of humor.  As long as it doesn’t get in my way.  If it gets in the way of others, no problem.  So anyways, yes, the girl was high.  And yes, my alert allowed the dad to give the girl a correction of insulin to get her BG down and back into range.  Cheerios at the doc office.  Score.

When the doc finally did come in, the girl’s BG was in range, and then I was the one in the “I’m over it” position.    The doctor kept commenting on how well behaved I was.  And how it was incredible what I can do.  Yes.  I am incredible.  Thank you for noticing…while I sleep.  Imagine if they had actually seen the alert?  Their minds would have been blown. But for me. It’s just what I do.