Least. Favorite. Day. Of. The. Week. Why you ask? Let me share some stories and some photos. You will understand. Immediately. Seriously.
The adventure started even on the way to dance. I could tell the girl was running too high. So I pawed, and the girl checked. And sure enough, she was out of range. A BG of 245. The insulin pump calculated that a correction of insulin was needed. So the mom went ahead an gave it to her. All I could think was NOOOO….This is when I wish I could verbalize better that she was 245, but on the way down already. More insulin will just drop her too fast and too much. ARGH….game on Darwin, game on. I knew it was going to be a long dance class….I just didn’t realize how horrific it would be. For other reasons. Horrific reasons.
So, here I am. Waiting patiently with the mom, while the girl tap danced her little heart out. No problem. I can handle this. I can alert from a distance. It’s not THAT loud from the other room. But then Teacher Pam said it was time to try on the recital costumes. Costumes? I hate costumes. I knew this was not going to be good.
The mom and I had to go into the dance studio to help the girl get changed into her costume. Ok, as usual, the girl decided I couldn’t be left out of the “fun”. I wish she didn’t care so much. And even though I have a red collar, no I do not need a red bow. Ever. I do not feel left out. Really. Leave me be…please.
No, I do not need your hat. Nor do I want your hat. Give me the red bow. That’s fine. I’ll take the bow over the hat. Now. Please. I promise I won’t complain about the bow anymore. Whatever, I will still complain, but maybe a bit less. ARGH.
Ok. So now that you’re laughing. At me. Which isn’t nice. Let’s talk about something serious. After being subjected to all these shenanigans, I alerted the mom that there was a BG issue. She checked as the girl was coming out of dance class….and the girl was then 75! Yes, that’s right. A drop from 245 to 75 in one hour. That’s no joke. It’s a good thing I’m willing to put up with the craziness and continue to do my job. That is work ethic. That is dedication. That is love. Whatever. Yes, love.
A haiku for the situation:
Dance dance glucose tabs
Another good alert saves
The mom owes me big.