Grand Slam Communication
We had watermelon recently.
If you don’t have diabetes, you won’t understand the glory of watermelon.
It is a super high-carb fruit, so we hardly ever eat it.
I only bought a little slab.
I didn’t buy the whole melon.
Because we would have eaten it all.
And it’s really, really, really not good for us.
But oh, it was delicious.
I will dream about that watermelon all summer.
While I’m not eating watermelon.
The nice thing about being quarantined with a type one diabetic is that I can’t stress bake.
T1D has saved me from gaining tons of weight during this quarantine.
I’ve been stress reading instead.
Reading is 100% carb-free.
Who knew that type one diabetes could come in so handy?
April Fools!
There’s nothing like a 4:00 am hypo on April Fools’ Day.
I got up with the Grown Son and helped him raise his numbers.
He went back to bed.
I can never sleep after one of those middle-of-the-night scares.
I put up some coffee and began to unpeel his fruit stickers from all over the kitchen.
There’s nothing like a disturbing diabetes episode to put the fruit sticker flinging into perspective.
I guess I’m going to need a new Inciting Incident.
Both of the Grown Sons have type one diabetes.
They are at high risk for coronavirus.
Of course I am worried.
One of them has come home to endure his social isolation with us.
He’s been working remotely.
Cabin fever has set in because he hasn’t left his apartment in ages.
It looks like he’s going to stay with us for awhile.
He brought some food from his place.
This makes me very happy.
Not that we need the supplies.
But it shows me that he shops.
And keeps fresh food in his apartment.
If only he had brought some toilet paper.
I am worried about coronavirus.
Both of the Grown Sons have type one diabetes.
With a compromised immune system, they are at high risk.
I discussed precautionary flu measures with them.
They both assured me that they have been methodically licking all public surfaces.
Yep, I’ve raised a couple of smarta$$es.
Oddly, that gives me a great measure of comfort.
They’re going to be OK.
The thing they never tell you about diabetes is what a time suck it is.
The day is half done, and I haven’t gotten a darn thing accomplished.
You not only have to manage the medical end of it, you also have to manage the business end of it.
And lucky me – I’ve got twice the fun with two diabetic kids.
You can’t opt out.
You can’t end the call.
You can’t take your business elsewhere.
Well you can, but only with prior insurance authorization.
And good luck with that.
It’s going to be one of those days.
I think I’m going to need a burrito to get me through this.
How many carbs is that?
Yeah, it’s true.
The week between Christmas and New Years is an existential void.
What time is it?
What day is it?
When was the last time I changed out of my pajamas?
But you don’t really experience a true existential void unless you have a diabetic in the family.
Or even two diabetics.
Who are both running post-holiday high blood sugars.
And are very cranky.
I solved this problem by telling them that it’s time to clean house.
They both disappeared.
One of them locked himself in one bedroom to watch the Simpsons marathon.
The other one locked himself in another bedroom to watch Bowl games.
Peace at last…
Unless it contains arsenic, or salmonella, or E. coli, yes, he can eat that.
To all of my fellow Type 1 Diabetes parents, let’s play a game this holiday season.
Every time someone asks, “Can he eat that?” we take a shot.
Oops, I already lost.
Yes, he can eat that.
I’ve got my eye on him.
He knows what he’s doing.
Let him enjoy his holiday.
Not only is November National Diabetes Awareness Month, It is also NaNoWriMo.
The idea is to write 1667 words a day.
If you do that every day, you will have written 50,000 words by the end of November.
I’m not entering the official contest.
In the official contest you have to upload your manuscript to prove your word count.
I’m not that trusting.
I’ll do the word count.
But I’m not uploading my work…
