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On rare occasions, diabetes fades into the background like the hum of a distant freight train or barely audible elevator music. If I have nothing to write, that's likely a good thing. Last weekend was not one of those times.
On Friday night, Charlie muttered "damn, diabetes!" angrily after I put the kibosh on the candy push-pops being handed out at the baseball field.
On Saturday, in the shower, Charlie asked what all the little marks on his fingers were. He asked if the marks would go away. I weakly said "I think so."
On Sunday, after pizza at a communion reception did a number on him, Charlie said, "I guess I should have had the chicken fingers."
Charlie has also been in rare form lately. He has a hard time accepting that it can't always be Charlie's way or the highway. He's been testing our patience more so than usual. Sometimes we just don't know what to do with him.
I know it's not a seller's market right now, but just a thought …
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Crey,
It's most likely his age. 6 is a time of new understanding and brain growth. He is dealing with this on a new level. Plus, there are times with all of us that diabetes becomes 'damn diabetes'. . . . such as an embarrassing low at a place you would rather not have a low, like in front of a gadzillion people (read: crashed at a squaredance of 200 people Saturday night...my low got better after a while, but my spirit didn't). Hang tough....it's an ebb and flow thing just like you said!
I can't imagine how difficult it is with a child. I'm all for a cure! If Charlie's still for sale, I'm interested LOL
Mousie
Charlie appears to be becoming (intermittently) more aware of the limitations of diabetes and the consequences of his decisions on his health. He is obviously frustrated at having to make the decision to take the healthier route. (We all are, at times.) That burgeoning awareness suggests a new phase of mental growth, and the concommittent need to test the limitations of that growth and knowledge... in other words, to drive you and Suzanne crazy. Take it as a sign that, except for the diabetes, he is a normal boy, progressing normally.
Brendon tests us constantly. I can't tell you it's a phase because Brendon has been putting us through it for a few years now...or more...I've lost count.
Hang tough!
I have a fixer-upper myself. I don't want to take on another one.
Riley's been a little harder to get along with lately too. He'll be 6 in a few days. Is 6 the new 13?
Strange as it sounds, the image of a 6-yr old muttering "damn, diabetes" makes me smile! That kid is tough and wise beyond his years. Of course, I also love watching Sarah smile and say "pee-pee" when I ask her what "P" stands for. Godd*mmit we need a cure!! BTW, you better take that JDRF job; we need soccering, fishing, snorkeling, skiing, bowling, whoring and whatever else it takes to kick the crap out of diabetes. And you're just the guy to make it happen - don't let your constituents down.