I've been feeling overwhelmed by life lately, not just on the diabetes front, but on all of them. My toddlers are making me nutty, my 20 year old son is making decisions that I think are really unwise and my job bores me to tears most of the time. The only thing not driving me nuts is Olivia. Considering she's a 14 year old girl who's just been dumped by her boyfriend of six months, she's been pleasant to be around most of the time.
I haven't been logging her numbers (again) but have to get back on top of that this week. She has an appointment with a new endocrinologist at the end of June and I want to make sure we have a solid month's worth of numbers to bring to that appointment. She's talking about going back on shots; specifically, going on Lantus and Humalog pens. She's tired of pumping. I don't really have an issue with that, although I'm afraid she's going to miss the pump once she's off it. And with this new insurance, we won't be able to afford to replace her pump. They only cover $1500 of durable medical equipment and the balance of that price tag is more than we can afford right now, even if we do a payment plan. I need her to make sure she's ok with that, with knowing that if she changes, it's going to be a fairly permanent position, at least until or unless our insurance changes their policy (and what are the odds of that?).
I also have to put together a new packet for her school next year. She's starting at a new high school in the fall, in a new school system, and I want to make sure the school is well-briefed on her care. I have to troll thru the Children With Diabetes website to see if there are any sheets I can download and adapt for her. I also need to call the school and arrange a meeting with their nurse and any administrators that need to be involved. I'll also have to do an IEP meeting with them.
And there's camp. I have to send that paperwork in, like, today. If she doesn't get to go to camp this year, I think she may strangle me in my sleep.
So much going on, and that's only on the diabetes end of things. The rest of it would take a book and a half to write up. Oy.





