“That sounds amazing.”
“You talked through her health with her? Triggers? Concerns? Play?”
She blinked at him then realized he was talking to Linc. “We’ve talked about it. We’ve decided on limited bondage. We’re going to ease into any play in the bedroom. During Little time, I’ll have to keep a closer eye on her, of course.”
“The CGM will help with that. You know the signs of low and high blood sugar?”
Linc rattled them off, much to her shock. She’d given him the list but she hadn’t expected he’d have it all memorized.
“Good. And if you have any concerns, you call me right away.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“So I talked to Linc about how meal timing can be important. You likely already to that?”
“Yeah, I try to stick to regular meal times as much as I can.”
“Good.”
“I have an idea of how to help with that too,” Linc added.
“Okay. Linc, you need to make sure you have something close by that is high in glucose in case Marisol’s blood glucose level dips. And it’s a good idea to have something by the bed as well.”
“Already got that covered.” Linc drew out a couple of hard candies from his pocket. “Been carrying these in the pocket of whatever jeans I’m wearing since she told me.”
He had? Damn, that was so sweet. It hit her then, full force just how serious he was about taking care of her.
And she knew there would be no leaving once any danger to her was over. No way she could ever walk away from him. Not that she’d been seriously contemplating it anyway.
“I usually have my bag beside the bed, it has glucose tabs in it,” she told Doc.
“Good. Getting a good night’s sleep is always important. For everyone. Do you get off to sleep okay?”
“Um, not really,” she admitted. “I tend to read at night until I drop off to sleep from exhaustion.”
“That’s not good,” Linc commented. “You didn’t have to do that last night.”
She blushed at the memory of how many times she’d come last night. He’d exhausted her.
Doc snorted, obviously figuring out what had happened. “That’s one way to do it. Having a good bedtime routine will help you get to sleep. Go to bed at the same time each night. Dinner. Relaxing with TV or reading or however else you like to relax,” he gave Linc a knowing look which had her biting her lip, “bath time, small snack, then to bed. No devices or working right before bed.”
“Got it,” Linc said.
“Right, Marisol. Can you hop up on the table for me, please? Linc will help you. It’s kind of high.”
Doc got up and washed and dried his hands. She rose, still holding Linc’s hand as he led her to the table. Then he lifted her up so her legs dangled over the edge.
“Don’t I have to put on one of those scratchy gowns?” she asked.
“I try to avoid making my patients wear scratchy gowns,” Doc replied dryly. “Although Linc can wear one for his next examination. Punishment for being late.”
Linc just rolled his eyes. Then she watched as he grabbed a blood glucose monitor. He loaded a new lancet into the finger pricking device. Then he put set up the monitor with a new test strip. She took the lancer when he handed it over to prick her finger so he could test her blood glucose level.
“Good,” he commented, putting everything away.
To her surprise, Linc didn’t leave her side as Doc started his examination, feeling her glands and looking in her throat and ears.
“You could stand a few feet away,” Doc told him with a glare.