-I am having issues... I keep calling the dog Justin. I think the real Justin is starting to get annoyed :\ (Oakley/Justin... close right?)
Worst part is... yesterday, Justin answered when I called the dog(???).
-I subbed in a 5th grade class yesterday. I kid you not... there was a girl in there that was every bit of 5'9-5'10.
I am not short people. I am of average tallness at 5'7 and I was looking up at this 5th grader. So today, I am sporting some stripper shoes to make me feel better.
Today, my friends, I am 5'9 1/2 :)
-Speaking of the class... I also had a T1 in there with me. Honestly, I had no clue until he came up to me right before lunch and said "I'm diabetic; I need to test my blood and go to the nurse".
I think my eyes lit up a bit. I told him my son was also diabetic and asked when he was dx'd. He said about 7 years ago when he was 4. Sweet kid, he seemed to have his shit together and was very nonchalant about it. All his supplies were in a shoebox sized bin on the teachers desk(which I also didn't notice btw).
At first, I was agitated by the fact no one told me there was a T1 in the class. As a parent, I think that's a need to know fact. BUT, the other part of me was happy that it wasn't obvious. He blend. I would have had no idea had he not told me. It was a good feeling. Maybe the "need to know" depends on the kid in question.
I have hope that we will get there... Justin is only a year younger than he is. Maybe a year makes a huge difference in maturity and responsibility. At this point I am not sure if I could trust him enough to turn the responsibility over. Then again... I am a little OCD(or would that be considered controlling?).
-I woke up this morning to a pounding headache. I took my trusty concoction of Aleve Sinus and Headache along with a couple Excedrin tension and a Diet Coke.
It's still pounding... not a good sign :(
-I'd like to tell you that I am all caught up on blogs(and the laundry), but I can't lie to you like that.
-Don't forget to visit Chasity for this weeks Sugar Bolus at Forget the Chicken Nuggets... you can't play on the playground until you eat your fries!!!
So that's all I've got. Not much, but I wont complain. That just means that things are quiet :)
(just don't tell the jinx gods I said that)
Happy Wednesday!!
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my husband was in the 6th grade when dx with t1d and he can't ever remember telling his subs or "guest" in the school, he also kept all his supplies either with him or in his locker never the nurse...seems as things have gotten better that parents have also gotten more involved in care. I don't necessarily think this is a "bad" thing, but it just is...I know Isaac at two (almost three) can already check his BG and bolus himself with help so by fifth grade he'll probably be all over it!
And I am only 5'3 and when I taught 5th grade and the students all started going through puberty I was literally the shortest one in class! I found some pretty amazing high shoes to help me, too!
Wow. Stripper shoes. I want a picture of that...with a cape. :)
Totally inspired about that kiddo. Love stories like that!!!!!
I guess I will always want Ellie to let a sub know about her T1D . . . in case of a fast drop in numbers or a glass-eyed stare of a high number that could be mis-interpreted as a 'I'm bored' look. Then again, it's nice to go incognitto.
Glas you are back to posting your Wazzup Wednesdays. Love your 'voice'!
I'd break my ankles in "stripper shoes"!
That is great on the type 1 kiddo in the classroom you were subbing in. I hope Joe is that responsible as well...Although, I am with Amy...I will always want them to know.
Glad you are back dear friend!
I always want to blend in, but I also see the importance of telling the person "in charge"--whether it's my boss, the aerobics instructor or whomever! Even though I know I'm fully capable of taking care of myself, it's always a smart idea to let other people know--just in case! After I was hired at my current workplace, I told my boss and gave him a sheet of symptoms, one for low and one for high. I think as an adult, it's up to the individual person, but as for children, I think it's best if an adult who is responsible for them knows what's going on. Anyway, this post made me laugh--thanks! :)
I would break my neck in stripper shoes - impressive!
I have a pair. Lets get into trouble together.
Miss you!
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