Diabetic Recipes
I've joked about adjusting Charlie's happiness levels due to the effect it has on his blood sugar. I'm finding now it's not so funny. The adrenalin that comes from excitement shoots Charlie's blood sugar up like a bottle rocket.
The latest culprit: summer street hockey.
Everything was fine on game day. We were at the pool having fun. Charlie clocked in at a lovely 132 just before I made the mistake of saying, "OK, let's go Charlie. We have to go home and get ready for hockey."
What a horrible dad I am to say such harmful words. In retrospect maybe I should have spoken with the enthusiasm of a corpse …
"You have that thing, Charlie. It's really nothing though."
By then the damage was already done. Charlie couldn't contain himself.
"So we're leaving at 5:30? How many minutes until 5:30? How many seconds? Do you think I'll play forward? Do you think I'll score? Do you think Colin will be there? OK, how many minutes now?"
On the way home, we stopped at a gas station/convenience store and Charlie was attacked by a Turkish man in his mid-60s.
Charlie's pump tubing was sticking out of his bathing suit and he didn't have a shirt on. The owner of the gas station saw Charlie's bony biceps and must have viewed this as a threat because he then ripped off his own shirt and crouched down into Greco-Roman wrestling position; taunting Charlie as his hairy belly jiggled.
"How do you say?" the man asked me, as he now had my son in some sort of deadly Turkish headlock.
"Wrestling," I said.
"Huh?" he said, gaining leverage around Charlie's lightly sunburned neck.
"Wrestling!"
Charlie escaped his grip and the man handed the kids complimentary candy for their troubles. It was basically sugar in paste form and it came in a tube.
"You are never having this," I told Charlie as we left the convenience store.
"What about for lows," he suggested.
"Hmm, good point," I told him. "Let's hang on to it."
Soon after we got home, Charlie sat down for dinner with a blood sugar of 452.
We begged Charlie to settle down with all the hockey talk. Not wanting anything to ruin his chance to play hockey, he became chill. Very chill.
"I'm just going to get my shin guards on, but I don't really care if I play or not," he mumbled devoid of passion, his lips together like a ventriloquist.
By the second period, his blood sugar was 168, he had plenty of insulin active and I've never seen him run harder or faster, ever! I paced the sidelines with an open juice box, squirting small drops of juice through the cage of his hockey helmet like he was the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz.
Oh, and by the way. He was amazing!
Does this ever end? Is he going to soar up to the 400s or 500s just before his driver's test? Just before the prom? Just before he escapes from prison?
And how am I to predict a random act of Turkish wrestling?
If there is an age at which unexplained - or explained but unavoidable - bouncing stops - I've not reached it yet, Carey.
But the point I took away from this post was the "regular kid-ness" of Charlie. The wrestling match with the Turk, the bargaining around a forbidden food, the running faster and harder and more excitedly.
And that's what we focus on as adults too, I think. The regular-ness of our life - the good bosses, the bad bosses, the great dates, the terrible dates, the housework, the yardwork, the prison escapes. The regular-ness.
Carey - Total Suck-a-rama on the BS!
Nerves, adrenaline,& hormones screw w/ sugars big time.
I handle it by testing often during events that cause all 3 to go nuts.
Once, b4 a Fringe Show, my blood sugar was in the 400's. Up from the 120's few hrs before.
I had to perform to a packed house & was freaking out 60 minutes before the curtin.
After an emergency injection & massive deep breaking, I went on w/out a hitch. like you and Charlie, I figured it out.
Still, the Stage Manager stood in the wings with a can of Coke, which I drank btwn scenes as needed.
YOU GUYS DID A GREAT JOB AND CHARLIE KICKED SOME MAJOR BUTT!
Regarding Turkish Wresting: Dude, your on your own. Still, since we live near eachother, you need to let me know where that gas station is.
I want to make sure to NEVER go there! The visual descriptive was enough 4 me!
I'm trying to process the Turkish wrestling incident. Was Charlie into it? Like, elaborate about this on your other blog...I need to know more.
On the rest of the post, if Brendon is scheduled to play a baseball game at 6 p.m., he's up and dress in his uniform by 6 a.m. that morning. And then he keeps telling me what I should be doing at what times to make sure we leave the house on time. "Mom, you have to give me lunch at 11 instead of 12 because we'll only have 6 hours before we have to leave. But his numbers don't seem to be affected by his OCD.
Nicole - Thanks. Very well said.
Kelly - Stinks! Just Stinks. Very cool though that you nailed the fringe show despite the massive obstacles. Maybe to play it safe you should avoid Exxons all together. But if you do happen to go there, just be sure to keep your shirt on. That was our mistake.
Shannon - Charlie was just sort of perplexed. As was I. Charlie played along, but nervously. It was pretty bizarre once the Turkish dude tore off his wife beater. I knew at that point we were in for some hijinks.
LMFAO...I'm picturing little Charlie and a big burly Turk going at it. It's like a weird diabetes dream.
OK, the Turkish wrestling thing threw me for a loop. The image I have in my head is both amusing and disturbing.
We're going to the beach tomorrow and Riley will be riding on a ferry for the first time. I was telling Riley about it and realized my mistake too late. It would have been best is I'd just kept it to myself until we at least left the house. Like I've said before excitement makes Riley go low instead of high.
I'll make sure to take plenty of juice to the beach.
I'm glad Charlie enjoyed himself despite the high sugar. At the end of the day that's what is really important, but sometimes it's hard to see the forest for the trees.
I just found this thread so I apologize for being so late to the conversation. I have been having trouble with tremors and adrenaline rushes just happening out of the blue.
I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes in Nov 07 and at first I was able to keep my blood sugar below 120 on a very regular basis. It was so good at one point I only had to take my medication a few times a week instead of daily.
Then over the last 4 months I've been waking up in the morning at 4:30-5:00am shaking and sweating with what feels like an adrenalin rush.
Now I am been struggling to keep my blood sugar down below 200 and the last week I'm having trouble keeping it below 300. I'm now taking my meds daily and some of them have been doubled. I have not changed my diet or anything else that I can think of.
I can't help but wonder if there is a connection between the excess adrenalin I am having and my high blood sugar.
Has anyone ever heard of increased blood sugar due to on-going/chronic adrenalin increases? I'm thinking I may have Adrenal medulla neoplasm. I have about 10 of the 19 symptoms.
I just found this thread so I apologize for being so late to the conversation. I have been having trouble with tremors and adrenaline rushes just happening out of the blue.
I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes in Nov 07 and at first I was able to keep my blood sugar below 120 on a very regular basis. It was so good at one point I only had to take my medication a few times a week instead of daily.
Then over the last 4 months I've been waking up in the morning at 4:30-5:00am shaking and sweating with what feels like an adrenalin rush.
Now I am been struggling to keep my blood sugar down below 200 and the last week I'm having trouble keeping it below 300. I'm now taking my meds daily and some of them have been doubled. I have not changed my diet or anything else that I can think of.
I can't help but wonder if there is a connection between the excess adrenalin I am having and my high blood sugar.
Has anyone ever heard of increased blood sugar due to on-going/chronic adrenalin increases? I'm thinking I may have Adrenal medulla neoplasm. I have about 10 of the 19 symptoms.