In addition to the normal things I worry about (I worry. A lot.), like, did I remember to feed the dog and did I mail the cable bill, I worry about my kids. Why does The Bug only have three teeth, still, when she's a year old? Is she going to be the only toothless kindergartner? Will Boo ever learn to say chocolate properly? (Don't follow that link unless you have a sense of humour.) Did I get everything on Olivia's back to school list? Is my son going to have that horrendous beard for the rest of his life? (Seriously. It's hideous. It's like pubic hair. Nasty.) But now I'm worrying incessantly about Isobel.

Maybe it's a fluke, maybe it's a urinary tract infection. Maybe she's just not peeing enough during the day and it's all coming out at night. Maybe maybe maybe.

How am I going to get her to let me do finger sticks for the next two or three weeks? She doesn't like having them done and I can't say that I blame her. It hurts. She bleeds. Who would like that?

I got around that hurdle with some help from Olivia. She asked me if I wanted one of her meters. (She has twelve. Some people collect dolls, she collects glucose meters.) I said yes, so she took Isobel into her room and let her pick one out. It had to be a One Touch, since that's what Olivia has strips for, but I think Boo had a choice of three different One Touch meters. She thought that was cool. Boo and Olivia check their blood sugars together, too. That seems to make it easier on Boo, although what we'll do when Olivia goes back to school next week remains to be seen. Maybe I'll be checking MY blood sugar.

It was ten years ago that Olivia was diagnosed and the memories of checking toddler fingers had faded. This is dredging it all back up again. I'd forgotten just how much it all sucks. It really, really sucks.