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A Long Day of Diabetes – Part 2
Let’s recap: “Sleep,” blurry numbers, adrenal glands, Fonzie, two-part plans, “early” breakfast, 312 mg/dl and rising, frogs having sex and the voice of reason.
A small correction and raised basals and we were on our way to Charlie’s game.
We stopped at a light and I stared blankly through my road salt-smudged windshield. The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again” blared from my speakers; a cruel, cruel irony.
“Are you overly excited for this game?” I asked Charlie. “”Is that why you think your sugar is so high?”
“Not really,” he answered. “Just regular excitement.”
Charlie guzzled the last of it.
I put my hand on the hard rectangle outline of the Dexcom receiver in my right jean pocket. I resisted the temptation to pull it out and look yet again. I had just checked it minutes prior. Ten minutes later I pulled the receiver out of my pocket and refreshed the screen.
By the time the game started, my fears of Charlie being high were replaced by fears of him going low. With all of that correction insulin working, I thought we might have a low problem with the Dexcom showing 200 with an arrow down. I stood, shivering at ice level, making sure I had a signal.
With the Dexcom hanging at about 200, I took to the bleachers. Maybe everything would work out perfectly.
But if that was the case, why was the assistant coach standing on the bench and waving me down to get my attention? Why was Charlie standing beside him grimacing and reaching into his hockey pants?
Why were Susanne and I hovering over Charlie in an empty smelly hockey locker room ripping the infusion set off his body because it suddenly, out of nowhere became so painful that he couldn’t play hockey until it was off? Why was “Won’t Get Fooled Again” ringing in my ears?
Charlie impatiently urged us to pry the needle out so that he could get back on the ice. Susanne worried that he would go high without getting any basal insulin. I thought detachment might work out well because I figured he was headed for low blood sugar.
I wondered what the parents were thinking. What was happening to Charlie?
It took us a few moments to realize that Charlie was back on the ice with his pump attached to his hockey shorts even though it was disconnected from his body.
When he came back to the bench, I motioned to him through the glass. He handed the pump to the assistant coach who then reached high over the glass to hand to me.
Perhaps a gasp from the parents in the bleachers.
“Oh my god! What was that?!?”
To be continued …
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)
Michelle Kowalski, a writer, editor and photography hobbiest living in Phoenix, was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in February 2005. In January 2008, as part of her quest to start on an insulin pump, Michelle learned that she actually has type 1 diabetes. (Read More)