If you ever have a stubborn high and plan to prepare dinner at the same time, and you do a little bit of rage-bolusing/stacking, and then find out you suddenly have baby-guinea-pigs running around in the guinea-pig pen instead of cooking, you'll end up A: Trying to take a picture of the babies, which won't work, as their little instincts work just fine and they'll hide under the bushes, and B: sipping undiluted lemonade instead of having dinner.
And none of this matters, as you'll still have lovely little baby guinea-pigs!
I'll just sit out the hypo with my lemonade (don't dare navigating stairs to find something better as meter confirmed 3,4 so I'll stay where I am) and don't care about diabetes because, hey, baby guinea-pigs! Life is wonderful!
Hope I can show you a picture tomorrow!

And none of this matters, as you'll still have lovely little baby guinea-pigs!
I'll just sit out the hypo with my lemonade (don't dare navigating stairs to find something better as meter confirmed 3,4 so I'll stay where I am) and don't care about diabetes because, hey, baby guinea-pigs! Life is wonderful!
Hope I can show you a picture tomorrow!
