It was 1:00 pm and Grace's Pod expired at 2:05 pm. I knew that. We had checked. An odd time for her to have a pod change, as we save pod changes for nights, not to interfere with school days and such. Maybe that's what threw me.
We returned from errands and she called her neighbor girlfriend to play. "Sure, come on up" is what they said. A quick blood sugar check, a quick alignment from a slight high and off she trotted, two doors away. She doesn't take her PDM, but slips a juice into the front pocket of her hoodie.
"Back at 3:00 Mom!"
You would have thought that would have jarred something in my little brain.
I caught up on housework, cleaned up, you know, caught up on life.
Finally it was 3:05 pm.
I sat down on the couch and started to read the newspaper...
You see where this is headed, don't you?
My diabetes-man (make that the diabetes-woman) in my head alerted me.
I shot like a cannon off the couch and dialed up the neighbor.
She answered their phone. Ahhhhhhh, gotta love caller ID.
"Hey mom, I was just gonna have my juice, I was feeling a little low."
"GET HOME NOW!! YOUR POD HAS EXPIRED!!!"
"What? I didn't even hear it. We've been dancing to Wii 'Just Dance' all this time. Ok, I'll have my juice and walk home."
Calm gal. And I am freaking OUT.
She walks home. Walks. Not even a one-minute hurried walk.
I am shaking.
"Hey, I didn't even hear it. Honest mom."
The pod is bleeping at her every 10 minutes. She has no insulin going into her system, for about an hour now.
I fully expect a 350, a 400, or the lovely HIGH.
Grace smiles. "I was dancing mom, all this time I was dancing."
We change the pod.
I am such a darn f-up.
And Wii saved my proverbial a$$.