I’m NOT a parent and after my behavior today, it might be a good thing. My sister and nephew are in town and I made a point to have quality one-on-one time with Greg (a.k.a Grandpa Henry). GP Henry is four and 100% boy – fearless, somewhat stubborn and off the charts a cutie pie. We like to sing songs, eat vitamin C organic lollipops and solve the world’s problems.
During our recent adventure on a playdate with Sara and her daughter Stella, I had my first T1D “wait a second” experience. The kids were loud, jumping on things and doing what any active three and four year old would be doing. While sitting there watching the little ones, I found myself festering. WTF???? The day started a little rocky so I was contributing my lack of tolerance to the previous days events. I should be happy, patient and over the moon about my quality time… I sprang up and told Sara I was headed downstairs to test my blood sugar. Continue reading