Last night and all of today has been full of getting my gradebook ready to turn in. My students are all officially graded. So, naturally, I have a student who asks politely if there is anything he can do to get his grade up to A range. He has an 88.61.
In the mean time, I am liking the alarms. I haven't forgotton to check my blood sugar at all today, which is good because I've been running high, which I'm not sure if it still is the party food combined with finally having the time to let myself get sick, or if it's the settings on the pump--probably both.
Doing the dishes was strange with the pump. I am one of those people who can't do the dishes without splashing myself across the waist, and so for the first few minutes, I was concentrating on whether I should move it somewhere so that I don't get it absolutely soaked. Yes, I know, I'm probably being silly, but this thing costs more than anything I've ever paid for in my life--more than two semester's tuition. I finally hooked it on the collar of my sweatshirt, but I'm going to have to reconsider it next time.
Ah well. Still, even though I'm running higher than normal, I've not been over 200, so I guess I'm doing okay.
So, that means, I should go back and look at my little student's paper--which he needs to pull from an 85 to a 94 to have any measurable affect on his grade.