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Perfect When They Sleep
The topic of kids came up and a co-worker commented that kids are perfect when they’re asleep.
I immediately thought of Charlie and how he is not at all perfect when he sleeps. He is far from it. He is imperfect when he sleeps and has been since he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in November of 2003.
While other non-pancreatically challenged kids might sleep peacefully, something terrible is always lurking in the shadows while Charlie sleeps. Battles occur. This terribleness doesn’t always come out of the shadows, but it’s always there - lurking. Just the slightest shift in the weather of his prepubescent physiology and his skies become dark and turbulent in a hurry.
On this night, we figured the unexpected bedtime high blood sugar of 321 was due to anxiety. It seemed like the only explanation. Charlie worried that the weight of the ice and wet snow on a tall tree in our yard would cause it to come crashing through his window while he slept.
Meanwhile, I had no Dexcom to rely on because Charlie was taking a CGM break for a few days. He said it was due to dry, irritated skin. I hate CGM breaks. I hate dry, irritated skin. I feel completely lost, stumbling around in the dark without the Dexcom by my side.
I woke up a first time and he was still pretty high at 251. I gave more insulin. I woke up a second time and he was one ninety something. I think I woke up a third time and he needed some juice.
I dreamt that Darth Vader’s minions approached me. It was a girl and a guy. Their uniforms didn’t seem legit (high school play caliber) but I still took their claims seriously. They apparently had witnesses that placed R2D2 as the main suspect of a heinous crime. It couldn’t be, I thought. He was being framed, I argued.
Between defending R2D2 and the lack of sleep, I woke up with an excruciating headache. My head felt like it was being squeezed in the vice grip of a pterodactyl. I wished it would fly away with me, pop my head off like a dandelion and send it sinking like a stone into an ancient sea. Too dramatic???
I got to work and spilled orange juice all over my crotch.
None of this was perfect.
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)