I checked his blood sugar, fed him, and bolused him. I then set the stove clock to alarm in two hours to remind him to do a blood sugar check. He was to call me with the resulting number...
The Marimba (iPhone default ringtone) started-in around mile 9.
As I picked-up the phone, the runner next to Dave and I said 'ah helllllo .... you are a little busy right now?' The call was from Joe. It was during a half marathon that Dave and I ran a couple of days ago.
Me...cutting to the chase: "What's your number?"
Joe: "What?" (Bo-jangles...why did he think I had him call me after his blood sugar check?)
Me: "What is your NUMBER?"
Me: "Are you going to eat?"
Me: "K. Eat two glucose tabs." (the 199 would bottom out without sugar)
Me: "Love you baby."
Joe was 132 when we arrived home about an hour later.
A day-in-the-life of running a half marathon and satellite pancreating.