I finally got a letter from Olivia today - she comes home on Thursday.  It never fails to amaze me how long it takes a letter to go roughly 45 miles.  I wrote to her on Friday - I'm hoping she got that one, but I have my doubts. 

She misses us (awwww) and has been running low a lot while there.  They even had to give her mini-glucagon doses a couple of days because they couldn't get her to stay above 50.  Scary.  She must be more active than last year because last year, she ran high, high, high, pretty much the entire time she was there.  She seemed to think it was pretty funny to be low all the time.  Me, not so much.  Her big comment?  "My a1c is going to be PERFECT next doctor's visit."  Eh, yeah.  Only, maybe lets go about it some other way than sitting at 36 for a couple of hours, m'kay?

I may have to adjust her when she gets home, but I'll hold off for a day, to see if less activity makes her run in a more normal range.   

She also made mention of wanting to go on the pen.  I'm not sure if she means the Lantus and Humalog pens or what, exactly, she's talking about.  And I'm not sure why she wants to do that, but I'm willing to give it a try.  If it doesn't affect her control, I don't see the harm in it.  It might help with making her remember to bolus for food, although I think the calculating doses thing is going to get old pretty quickly, for both of us.  I'll also have to check that our health insurance covers pens - some of them don't (grrrrrr).  

All in all, though, it sounds like she's having a great time, which is the goal every year.  She said five of her friends are in her cabin and they're having a blast.  They made a shrine to the Jonas Brothers on one wall.  She's going to swoon when she gets home and sees that they're on the cover of the latest Rolling Stone.  

I go to pick her up on Thursday.  I can't wait.