My kids love to swim. So you can imagine the excitement in our house today, when I announced that they could go swimming for the first time this year.
They changed into swimsuits and covered themselves in sunscreen faster than you can say “summer’s here!”
Then they raced into the backyard and jumped into the pool with glee.
They played. They splashed. They swam from one end of the pool to the other. They did cannonball after cannonball.
After one particular cannonball, Jack popped up from underwater and began a string of repeat phrases, “Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m so sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry. I am so sorry.”
“What are you sorry about? What’s wrong?”
“I forgot. I just forgot. I completely forgot.”
“What are you talking about? What did you forget? Why are you sorry? What’s wrong?”
He pulled the receiver for his Dexcom continuous glucose monitor out of the pocket of his swim trunks, and said, “I know you said to take it out, but I forgot. I’m so sorry.”
Jack was filled with remorse, and Dex was filled with water.
Dex’s screen was blank.
I pressed every button, striving for electronic CPR, but found no pulse. Dex was dead.
In a poolside panic, I called Gregg, who was at work. “Can you please call Dexcom?” I asked. “Jack took Dex swimming. I think Dex is dead. See if Dexcom has any advice. I’d call, but the kids don’t want to get out of the pool and I want to focus on them, not a phone conversation. But since it’s late on Friday afternoon, before a three-day weekend, I think we should call there immediately.”
We hung up, and Gregg called Dexcom.
I remembered reading somewhere that if you submerge water-logged electronic devices in rice, then the rice will draw out and absorb the moisture.
So, I asked the kids to get out of the pool and take a quick swimming break.
While the kids played on the patio with the dog, I ran into the house, grabbed a container of rice and submerged Dex. He’s been in there for several hours now. I've checked on him a few times, and he still doesn’t appear to be working. I’m hoping that by tomorrow the rice will have revived our beloved Dex.
Even if he’s really, truly kaput, we’ll be okay. Gregg didn’t want to take any chances. When he called Dex, he ordered a new receiver.
And we both a made a mental note: never let Dex take a dive again!