Freaky Friday (On Sunday)

M tends to lack tact when talking about my diabetes control. He really cares about me and therefore wants me to be in control all the time. So occasionally, when Dex whines a little too much, he makes comments that imply he thinks I should be able to do better (ie no tact) – I’ve learned to mostly ignore these comments because I know he means well.  In the past, I’ve always joked that if we switched places, he wouldn’t survive 5 minutes (he lives off of popsicles, toast with mounds of Nutella, and coffee loaded with sugary vanilla creamer).

Yesterday, during one such conversation, it occurred to me that I could hand over all insulin and glucose privileges for a day to give him a little taste of the D-life. We could have our very own Freaky Friday. So, yesterday, M was allowed full control over all of my insulin and glucose needs for the entire day. (With the caveat that I would make my own food choices, I’d relay carb info to the best of my ability, and I would stop him if he were at risk of harming me.)

Over the course of the day, my experiment became a game for M. He stared intently at Dex every 4 minutes in anticipation of the coming new BG value. He counted gulps of OJ when my BG dropped a tad low. He began questioning my I:C and adding a little extra insulin to a bolus that just didn’t seem right to him.  He would have a tiny aneurism every time my BG approached the line – “I want you to stay between the lines.  Actually 95 to 105 are the only acceptable numbers.”

M's no-hitter

Sadly, M stopped his control when I left for work this morning so I have no one to blame for these double up arrows but myself…

After 6 hours, he had managed to maintain a no-hitter and his ego began to balloon big time. We went to the grocery store and he refused to let me carry the basket because my BG was only 75 and “we can’t risk it!” He even yelled at me for walking to fast in the parking lot (!). Then he began making all sorts of bad jokes about how “this isn’t as hard as you imply.”

The day was full of laughter and bad jokes. Occasionally I got a bit annoyed at his success – the intention had been for him to fail miserably and for me to have to step in and set him straight – but the end result was much greater than I expected. Sure, M gained some unneeded bragging rights and I lost my opportunity to drive home the point that D is not as easy as it looks, but we definitely bonded throughout the day and I got to share in my D decision making like I haven’t since I was a child. I am insisting that his no-hitter is just a fluke but M is excited to play the Dexcom game again next weekend to prove it was not.  I remain skeptical.

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