A recent phone conversation with my Mom went something like this... we were discussing the family birthday outing (going to see Spamalot) to celebrate my sister's 25th birthday on the same day my Mom starts on the much-anticipated insulin pump...
Mom: I'm getting excited to see Spamalot. It should be a kick in the pants. I can't believe Bree is going to be 25!
Me: Yeah, Dad's even suggesting that Andrew inform me of the standard Monty Python gags so I'll get the jokes. Hey, aren't you going to have your new pump by then?
Mom: Yup. I was planning to lay low the first week...My doctor even kind of lectured me about going out on the first nite...But I told him...I've got a 911 dispatcher (Bree), a firefighter (my Dad) and a nurse (me). So how much more backup could I possibly need?
Me: Ha ha ha! Yeah, you'll be fine Mom. I think we got it covered.