Got a phone call this morning from Susanne …
She told me that Charlie's blood sugar was 490 at 9am (about two hours after breakfast). She always tests him just before taking him to school to see if he needs a little carb boost or an insulin correction. Typically a number in the low to mid-200s at that time is what she expects to see. On those days, he falls into range nicely by 10 am.
She gave Charlie a correction of 1 unit and took him to school. While in the car, Charlie said he felt as if he had dropped 200 points. Sure enough, he dropped 200 points. Susanne checked him again and he was 300. Or maybe the 490 was a false number. Who knows!
Amazing how the worry shifts in an instant from one potentially dangerous scenario to another potentially dangerous scenario. In a flash (or a prick of the finger as it were), the worry of Charlie being too high is replaced with the worry of him possibly dropping too low with the massive correction he apparently didn't need.
"[insert really bad word here] –ing diabetes!" Susanne says into the phone.
And then catches herself, forgetting for a moment that she's not alone.
"Ooh, sorry. Bad word, Ben (the 3-year-old). Bad word!"
With the holidays right around the corner, we've been very busy getting ready as we're hosting a pretty large crowd at our house this year. I'm reminded by a very caring and supportive Blogabetes reader that real life happens – whether it's the holiday season or not.
You may have seen Mousie's comments here and there in Blogabetes. Her little boy's health has taken a turn for the worse. I'll admit, I'm not a religious person. But for what it's worth, I will pray to a power higher than mine. I'm sure they can use all the prayers they can get right about now. Thanks.
