Changes

We hired a health care specialist in the district who will be taking a couple of my morning diabetic checks off my hand. This should be good news: last month my mileage totaled 186.5, which is totally ridiculous. In reality, it's sad: I'm going to miss seeing my spitfire diabetic every morning, and being someone she could count on all the time. Though I'll still be there for morning checks twice a week, and everyday at lunch, I can't help but feel bad about the change for her sake. She's had so many people come into her life and then leave, and I know when I leave that school - supposedly any day now - I'm just going to be one more of those people.

As it stands, we have a really good relationship. She learned early on to not mess with me, and I've been upping the positive rewards with her. When I was talking with her at lunch about the "new girl" I casually mentioned that she better behave as well with the new girl as she does with me. Her response: "I actually have an evil twin, and she might be here on Friday. With you, I'm "Elizabeth," and I'm the nice one, but I don't make any promises for the new girl because my evil twin might be here instead." I don't doubt her.