Despite weird sugars (how many days of 85% or 95% can we try to negotiate…all seeming a bit unpredictable, two hypos IN THE NIGHT last night, but NEVER MIND), today is a good day. E’s 14th birthday: cards, presents, and two most welcome additions from the States. Wow and wonderful.

Even cake. Yes cake. All 42 grams of carb. Eek!

Yesterday: he only brought one hypo treatment with him to school. Non-uniform day and the usual juice box not in his blazer, just in his bag. Of course had a second hypo in the day, so had to beg borrow and steal lucozade, which he hates. From a sort of friend. I controlled my near fury/worry.

So today: brings extra with, just in case. Life is unpredictable.

Get a text when he’s on the bus: sold my fruit pastilles for £1.10. Quite a profit!

Lordy. We tut-tutted. But, as he said, it was the end of the day. He knew he would be okay until he got home.

Selling emergency hypo treatment for a tidy 60% profit?!

Fourteen today.

Cheers dude (clink of glasses).