Blogging every day for a month . . . Diabetes Awareness Month . . . my brain’s pretty fried but here’s how D interrupted life today.
It’s been a busy day here. Grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry (just a little), reading, studying for a lesson and on the phone making appointments and medical phone calls for one of my non-d sons. My back hurts (and I’m a little concerned about it) and, of course, like 99.9% of all of mankind, I’m tired! And not to mention all the other non-d issues that bombard everyone’s life! Whew!!!
Ryan’s sugar has run high for weeks now. Just about the time I go to change a ratio or something, he has a low and I think, well . . . let’s wait a bit. Then high again. Then a day or two of ok. Up and down, up and down. I feel seasick. No ketones though, thankfully! Because he’s been high so much and then takes a dive here and there, he has been at the nurses office a lot lately checking. He goes on his own, as much as he wants and no one EVER questions him.
This morning I told him to go to the nurse when he needs to but ONLY when he needs to. See, he so loves her and the front office ladies. The principal told me a month ago that Ryan “owns the front office.” Hmmmmm . . . little bugger! Nevertheless, I told him not to take advantage of the freedom they give him.
At 8:46, I get an email from the school nurse, “Came down at 8:40.. Blood sugar was 161.” I apologize and tell her I will remind him again to only come when he needs to. She replied, “Don’t worry Mom, I rather him come then not come.” She’s awesome!
At 11:29, another email (our daily email), “Blood sugar prior to lunch was 176.”
At 12:28, I get a phone call from the nurse, “Ryan came down to the clinic, said he felt low ~ 57.” We discussed treating with juice, waiting 15 and she would call me again.
At 12:46, another phone call, “He’s 89.” We discussed how he was acting and determined he was ok, to go ahead and eat his 1pm snack (because it was crackers to counter act the sugar of the juice and keep him from spiking then crashing) and go back to class.
At 1:41, another phone call, “Well, he came down again, looks a little pasty and took his sugar, he’s still 89.” Then she says, “His eyes have that glassy, absent look.” My reply, “Ok, G, I give . . . I’m on my way.”
So for those who think that D is just cut back on the sugar and he’ll be fine . . . I tell you to try to get anything done walking in our shoes for a day.
Granted this isn’t typical, but definitely a possibility every day, and we’ve definitely done this before.
On a positive note . . . I love our nurse. I love my boy. And his sugar went up to 161 about an hour later. 🙂