Diabetic Recipes
Olivia and I trekked in to Boston today, to visit her endo at Joslin. How I loathe that drive. It's two hours and the last 20 miles take at least 45 minutes. Today it took an hour. Holy god, the potholes on Route 9 could swallow a Mack truck.
Anyway. We navigated the Parking Garage Of Doom (otherwise known as Pilgrim St.) and were only (only!) 25 minutes late. I hate being late. It makes me itch.
The endo saw us right away - and Kerri, I told her you said hello. She was very happy to hear how well you're doing. The visit went well, although her A1C went from a 7.7% to an 8.1%. I hate that number. I know it's not supposed to, but it always feels like a failing grade when it gets high like that. Her doctor said it was fine, to be expected in a hormonal (and how!) teenager, but still. I don't like it. It makes my brain go down paths I'd rather they not travel, y'know?
We discussed the missed blood sugar entries. The doctor said that Olivia should keep a calendar and for every day that she doesn't miss putting a blood sugar into her pump, she should give herself a star. At the end of the week, if she has 6 days out of 7, she should get a reward - like extra computer or TV time. Olivia eagerly agreed to this.
Me? I was biting my tongue so hard I'm surprised it didn't bleed. When I suggested this last night, I got a huge, heaving sigh, a rolling of the eyes and a "Mooooooom, that's so juvenile! I'm 13, not a baby."
The authorities still frown on selling children for science experiments, don't they?
Good idea from the endo. And tomorrow is another day, thankfully. You (and Olivia) will have another chance to start fresh and hopefully get a better A1C next time. Good luck with it.
I love your endo (sniff ... my old endo). Thanks for telling her I said hello.
And I had some A1Cs that spiked when I was in my teens - hormones are a pain in the behind - and it unfortunately took a few years before things settled down again. I would be inclined to think that it's better to have her holding steady than pinging all over the place (i.e. going from 11% to 9% to 9.5% to 8% ... like I did one year. Oy.).
And I laughed at O's acceptance of the reward system when proposed by the endo. I used to pull that trick on my mom all the time. My mother would suggest these great ideas, but I would only take the bait if my endo said it. Teenage girls ... we are pains in the butt.
Yes, Kerri. Yes you are. :p