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How to put the smack-down on a wannabe rock star

As predicted in my previous post, Susanne did in fact return to our table at the Trash Can Sinatra show, shaking her head at the blood sugar her brother had just given her on her cell phone.

Making the call, through, wasn't so easy. Having difficulty getting a signal, Susanne walked toward the restrooms behind the small stage and found herself in a narrow foyer of sorts leading to a small backstage room.

"Hey!" a skinny rocker type shouted.

"You can't be in here!"

Oh no he didn't!

"I have a child with diabetes at home," she barked back.

"I'm trying to get in touch with the person watching him!"

Skinny rocker scuttled away, saying nothing more. Turns out he was the lead singer of the opening band.

Despite some rough blood sugars at home, we had a great time at the show. The Trash Cans were in fine form. When lead singer Frank Reader crooned beautifully, "you will find a great weight lifting," Susanne leaned back into me in her chair, smiling and nodding hopefully.

Uncle Quesadilla was a true warrior. When we got home I told him he kicked diabetes' ass. He flexed his muscles in response. If he was nervous taking care of a child with diabetes for the first time, you'd never know it. Before we left for the show, he took copious notes and asked all the right questions. We felt his confidence and it allowed us to relax and have a nice evening.

After the minor phone call fracas and difficulty finding a signal, text messaging proved to be the perfect way to enjoy the rest of the show while staying updated on Charlie.

8/14/09 8:15 pm

Blood sug was 342. Did this: B-ACT, blood sug was already entered. Est ins .8 – ACT, normal bolus – ACT – ACT – delivery

8/14/09 9:24 pm

He just said he felt low so I tested him. He was 278 so he's already going down from the adjustment. If u want I will test him in an hour just to be safe.

8/14/09 10:29 pm

Just tested him in his sleep. 175. Hope you're having fun :)

Uncle Quesadilla, you rock!