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And then we came home and sat in our own hot springs... a nice half hour dip in the jacuzzi. Nice. I had a very nutritional dinner of a Lean Pocket and sugar free Jello. Ahh, life with a diabetic. We were just way too tired to cook a proper dinner tonight.
Tangent: as we were leaving, Jason tested his blood sugar and he was pretty low. We pulled off at Taco Bueno, this awesome little place that's like Taco Bell, but with non-greasy food. For fast food, it's relatively healthy. It's also yummy. Anyway, I say "I'll take two small beef soft tacos." He orders two small beef soft tacos and a package of the cinnamon crisps. Odd, I think, but the crisps are sugary, I guess. We pull up the window and he says "I don't even like soft tacos." I say "what? Those are for me." He then looks at me like I'm speaking Sumerian. The light slowly dawns and he then asks the cashier to add in something else. We pull over to the parking lot, and he scarfs down his food, then moves onto the cinnamon crisps. He makes a face. I ask, again, "what?" He says he thought he'd ordered nachos. Ahhh, the low blood sugar brain glaze. I've gotten pretty attuned to it by now, but it's still a bit startling every time. It's started to make sense why my little brother was considered developmentally disabled before he was correctly diagnosed with Type I a few years ago. Words don't so much make coherent sense when they get low like that. Thankfully, it's quite temporary.
Anyhow, we had the house to ourselves for much of the weekend, which was wonderful. Yesterday, we sat around, cuddled up, watched a lot of DVDs*, and fell asleep on the couch. The boy works too damn much; it was really nice to be able to spend actual quality time with the stranger who crawls into bed with me at night.
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And then we came home and sat in our own hot springs... a nice half hour dip in the jacuzzi. Nice. I had a very nutritional dinner of a Lean Pocket and sugar free Jello. Ahh, life with a diabetic. We were just way too tired to cook a proper dinner tonight.
Tangent: as we were leaving, Jason tested his blood sugar and he was pretty low. We pulled off at Taco Bueno, this awesome little place that's like Taco Bell, but with non-greasy food. For fast food, it's relatively healthy. It's also yummy. Anyway, I say "I'll take two small beef soft tacos." He orders two small beef soft tacos and a package of the cinnamon crisps. Odd, I think, but the crisps are sugary, I guess. We pull up the window and he says "I don't even like soft tacos." I say "what? Those are for me." He then looks at me like I'm speaking Sumerian. The light slowly dawns and he then asks the cashier to add in something else. We pull over to the parking lot, and he scarfs down his food, then moves onto the cinnamon crisps. He makes a face. I ask, again, "what?" He says he thought he'd ordered nachos. Ahhh, the low blood sugar brain glaze. I've gotten pretty attuned to it by now, but it's still a bit startling every time. It's started to make sense why my little brother was considered developmentally disabled before he was correctly diagnosed with Type I a few years ago. Words don't so much make coherent sense when they get low like that. Thankfully, it's quite temporary.
Anyhow, we had the house to ourselves for much of the weekend, which was wonderful. Yesterday, we sat around, cuddled up, watched a lot of DVDs*, and fell asleep on the couch. The boy works too damn much; it was really nice to be able to spend actual quality time with the stranger who crawls into bed with me at night.
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