I’ve lived in this world of “probably” for the last 19 years. “He’s He’s probably ok.” “He He can probably get through the day safely.” “He’s He’s probably going to go low.” “He’s He’s probably going to need extra insulin.” That’s probably enough food.”
I don’t usually post about teenager stuff, but this post is written with permission by my 13 year old. When you read it, you’ll see why. Saturday morning I was woken up by said 13 year old. He had filled his reservoir and asked if I’d be willing to pop his set in. He’s not a big fan of the “popping it in” part, and insists it doesn’t hurt as much when I do it. When I’m not around, he does it…but it was Saturday, so…of course.