A bedtime number of 91 with 1.9 units active? Are you insane? We both know I can’t send him to bed with 1.9 units of active insulin. Am I the mouse to your cheese? The fish to your worm? You want me to give him carbs, don’t you? You leave me no choice and we both know it. This is why I hate you!
"Here, Charlie. Eat this."
45 minutes later:
88 with over a unit active??? You do know it’s the season premier of Heroes tonight, right? What am I supposed to do with 88? You know I have to give him another slight boost. You’re setting me up, aren’t you? Or are you? No, you are. Damn it! This is why I hate you!
"Charlie, drink some of this juice."
Two hours later:
Happy now? He’s 293. Look what you made me do! Couldn’t we have avoided this? Now plans are being made. Alarms are being set. Now you’ve got me negotiating with my wife over who will get up at 2 am. Over who requires more sleep on this given night. You are the silent manipulator. You are a criminal mastermind. Suddenly I miss the 91 with 1.9 units active.
277 after a healthy correction at midnight? Are you just bored? Do you need a hobby? What are you saying now? It’s not the food? I didn’t over-treat? It’s something else? He’s getting sick? What??? What is it? What are you doing to us?
This is why I hate you.
