Easy to mix up. I only have a regular sized Bundt pan. Don't think I've ever measured up so much brown sugar or cinnamon for one recipe. Beware children circling, whimpering and howling like dogs waiting for fried bacon.
Roo: "I've never smelled anything like that!"
In the meantime, double torture for Pink smelling such heaven while fighting a stubborn low. For 10 hrs 1 hour 15 min and 60+ fast acting carbs: 61, 55, 76, 71, 76, 96, 132.* Sky high later.
I was not able to wait for cooling. Had 1/2 piece while warm even though this is the kind best next day.
Bub's numbers freaky high after eating. Pink's numbers freaky low while baking.**
100 wake out of bed (sounds good but 30 pts down from 2.5hrs earlier when I left for work)
Eat Bub's Best Bundt cake and love + granola bar
108 1 hr pp
136 2 hr pp (6 units iob!)
189 2.5 hr pp
All test subjects have Type 1 Diabetes.
*I know, lots of checks for short period of time. She kept saying things like "I feel lower." "I'm dropping again." "Why isn't it coming up?" The look in her eyes...
**I think she is coming into a period of decreased insulin needs.
Friday was such a good day. Sort of a breakthrough day for some issues around here. Pink spent the morning at school. I picked her up at noon, dropped her off at home, told her I would be working late and I would be calling to check in like normal. Off I went to get in some much needed work hours. I got distracted at work and didn't call until 4:00.
huh. no answer. dial again. no answer. come on, come on. I'll wait a few minutes. probably in the potty. couple minutes. no answer. don't freak-sometimes she can park it in the bathroom as long as the dad. no answer. hanging up before the answering machine can pick so as to have a continuous ring. no answer. again. no answer. dammit. she's so low she doesn't comprehend what the ringing is. no answer. she's passed out. no answer. how long has it been. 15 minutes. shit. there is a reasonable explanation. then answer the freakin phone. maybe on computer with loud music. not logged into facebook. damn. no answer. again. no answer. she's been on the floor for hours now because I didn't call earlier to verify a check. time to go. if I don't go, she'll be dead on the floor. if I do go it'll be OK. at least it's not snowing. I've gotta calm down. breathe in. breathe out. shit-slow down. if I kill myself on the highway no one will be home for another couple hours. I really need to make a if-something-happens-to-mommy document. please be ok. what would that do to Roo. what if something happens to one. how would the other get through that. too dark. she's fine. wonder what the dog is doing if she is in trouble. almost there. review if on floor; frosting in gum, 911 on speaker, glucagon, roll on side, check BG, lock dog in room out of the way. who do I call if...no. don't hit the garage door with car. why am I pulling into the garage. damn, my legs are wobbly. in the door. not in main part of house. Pink? nothing. napping? tired because low?! PINK! omigod, where?! please please no no no. must be in back of the house, turn corner. hear KPop. shower running. knock, knock.