So yesterday was Miss V's early-out day, and she was tired and hungry.
"What would you like for lunch?" I asked, and almost before I finished the words "DIM SUM!" were out of her mouth. This girl loves dim sum like nothing else and would probably eat it every day if she were allowed, but we haven't gone for dim sum in quite sum time. So we jumped in the car and swept off to our friendly neighborhood dim sum purveyor.
By the way, dim sum is not a good choice for Type 2 diabetics trying to control their blood sugar. Yes, I probably could have minimized the damage by eating only the filling out of some of the dumplings, avoiding anything breaded, and filling up on relatively safe offerings like Chinese broccoli. But instead I threw caution to the wind and happily OM NOM NOMed everything in sight. At least I didn't have mango pudding for dessert. It was all perfectly delicious and I tried hard not to think about the number of carbohydrates I was consuming.
Later came the reckoning between me and my blood monitor, as it always does eventually. Here's how it went.
Me: Uh, heh heh, hi. I've just remembered a pressing engagement elsewhere.
Monitor: Hey! Get back here! It's about an hour after eating and you gotta check your blooood!
Me: Jeez. OK, you little vampire, have it your way. [click] [slip] [poke]
Monitor (after a few seconds): 168!? YOU ATE DIM SUM, DIDN'T YOU?! DIDN'T YOU?!?
Me: Shut uuuuup, the neighbors are gonna complain!
Monitor: NO, I'M GONNA COMPLAIN! AFTER ALL YOUR HARD WORK YOU SNEAK OFF AND BLOW YOUR FANTASTIC GLUCOSE NUMBERS ON AN ASIAN FOOD ORGY?!
Me (whimpering): It was good Asian food.
Monitor: I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS FIT FOR CHAIRMAN MAO! DROP AND GIVE ME 20 POINTS OFF THAT GLUCOSE! And NO chocolate for YOU today, young lady!
So now I'm in Dutch with my monitor. Maybe I can improve the situation today by eating virtuously and taking a walk around the neighborhood. Le sigh.