When I’m high. I don’t think I’ve ever been treatable low around her, but I’ve been high twice around her lately. It’s not that socially acceptable. She climbs up on my lap and licks my face, probably to get the sugar from my sweat.
But it’s something to work with.
It also means we have something to train with.
So we’re all good, vest and cards are here. Bringsel should be on its way. My alert of choice would be her to grab the bringsel and bring it to me. I would like her to do that anytime she thinks I should check my blood sugar, when the pump goes off, when I’m high or when I’m low.
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