Gee, for my class trip we went to the coast of our own tiny state, and went deep sea fishing for a day.
The students and teacher planned out their destinations, and readied themselves to go. They would visit Ellis Island, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the Museum of Modern Art, NBC Studios, and see a Broadway show. Bill and I decided that one of us should go, too. But not because we love spending time with hormonal young people.
M's tiny Montessori school has no nurse. It seemed only fair to the director of the trip for one of us to chaperone so that we could relieve her of the care and responsibility for M's type 1 diabetes. After all, she had plenty of other normal children with normal issues going on the trip. Her hands were already full.
After a heated round of rock, paper, scissors, it was decided that Bill would hang around with 8th graders for three days, and I would drive the 500 miles (one way) to pick up our son from college.
I am not sure who got the better deal.
Bill tells me that all went well. That M's bg was pretty steady. He also told me that he was surprised and dismayed by the number of carbs she ate, but he felt that he couldn't argue with success.
The secret was walking.
They walked everywhere.
And it seems that, as long as M is moving, she can eat nearly anything.
Nevertheless, I was not thrilled to find a foot long plastic pixie stick straw (empty) in her laundry pile at the end of the trip.
Bad diabetic, M. Bad, bad diabetic.
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| Ahhh, pixie stix. Just like I remember them! |
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