He knows, He knows

Left this morning for work. Saw a large amount of insulin on board. He said he was up earlier and had cereal. And he is sick. It made me nervous. I called him every two hours up to lunchtime. He was fine. Sometimes I forget he actually knows what he is doing. It is the fear. The fear that some days Diabetes has a mind of it's own and doesn't do what you think it will. But he was good. And so was I. Now we need to get rid of his nasty cold in his chest...