Diabetic Recipes
Remember that song that the Red Hot Chili Peppers covered? Roller Coaster of Love? I always think of Olivia's crazy blood sugars when I hear that song. And this week, that song has been on a permanent loop in my head.
Starting on Saturday, Olivia's blood sugar never got below 168. She mentioned that she was running high, but I didn't download her pump information until Monday. That's when I saw exactly how high she'd been running. It wasn't pretty.
She had a high of 527. Most of her blood sugars were hovering around the 300 mark. This was exacerbated by the fact that, once again, she's been neglecting to test and put the blood sugar reading into her pump. On Saturday, there were only 2 readings in the pump. Everything else was just a bolus for carb intake.
I get tired of having this same discussion with her every couple of weeks. I really try not to nag her to death, but there comes a point when I lose it. It worries me when she does this - I don't know if it's just forgetfulness or if she's doing it on purpose. She won't really say. All she says is "Sorry!" in this tone of voice that belies the apology.
I'm sure I'll get comments saying that harping on her isn't going to help at all, but nothing is helping. Not me going over her pump and meter info every day or two, not me reminding her, not anything. It's frustrating as all get out.
hi, this is the ist time I've read anthing written here. can you tell me your relationship to Olivia and how old she is? This information will help me understand where you are coming from.
thanks,
mrsremii
It's over there in my profile, but I'm her mother and she's 13.
Julia, I was sort of like Olivia when I was a teenager (I have had T1 since age 6). What really helped me get on the wagon every time I strayed was when my mom, who is a nurse, told me horrible stories about patients that she saw who had complications. I know it's bad, and the scare tactic probably won't work for everyone, but it worked for me. Of course, the disadvantage of it is that I will always be absolutely terrified of complications (even though I don't have any after 22 years and my A1Cs are favorable!). My mom would just bring it up sort of in passing, rather than making me feel like she was nagging me, so it got my attention.