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We're pretty staunch when it comes to supporting all things D. I don't like to discriminate, but if forced to choose, I'll always choose the diabetic brand. We only use diabetic dish detergent (fruity breath scent); we landscape with only diabetes-friendly shrubs and flowers and in the summers we go fishing in only diabetic waters.
That said, when Christmas comes around, we only sing diabetes Christmas songs in our household. Classics such as Have Yourself a Merry Little Bolus, The Little Pumper Boy and I Saw Mommy Ripping the Insurance Rep a New One fill our home with yuletide cheer.
And who can forget this classic adaptation of Let it Snow.
Bet He's Low!
Oh, my son's blood sugars are frightful Of course Ms. Berry's are delightful And since his eyes look like a Picasso I bet he's low, bet he's low, bet he's low (READ MORE)

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We finally got some snow in our neck of the woods. It wasn't much, but just enough to sled in, play in and of course get hypoglycemic in. We've been so desperate for snow; we would have taken sledding down a mountain of mud after a heavy rain at this point.
What we find unfortunately is that trudging through the snow is so strenuous that it sinks Charlie like a stone. He was low all weekend. Even while being detached from his pump for much of it.
And now for the "damn you, diabetes" segment of this post:
I remember how exciting it was when school was cancelled due to snow. I loved snow days. Can't Charlie just enjoy a snow day without diabetes spoiling it? After a morning low on Friday, the kids played in the snow for a while. When Susanne called out to Charlie to ask how he was feeling, he stopped flapping for a moment and lifted two thumbs up skyward while lying on his back in mid snow angel form; huge smile upon his face. (READ MORE)

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To say we hit it out of the park with Charlie's new health aide would be an understatement. I was totally wrong. She does have experience testing blood sugar and she has seen a pump. Turns out she has type 2 diabetes!  Go diabetes!

We hit a hole in one. We knocked the cover off the ball. We laid down a full house. Scored a touchdown. Sorry. Been watching too much coverage of the National Conventions. I can't stop with the sports analogies. But seriously, folks, we really slogged a dibbly dobbly (a little somethin' for the cricket lovers).

What perfect timing. The aide is calling us as I sit here writing this. Let's listen in ...

(hushed chanting while Susanne talks to the aide) "We're number 1! We're number 1! We're numb ..."

Wait what? Can we rewind that?

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Diabetes has had us back on our heels and off-balance since school started. Charlie has had very high blood sugars. In turn, we're doing a lot of guessing. Guessing is not a great strategy when dealing with a major disease. Such is life with diabetes.

It is during these times that diabetes likes to send a message. It likes to bring you down to size and remind you that you're not in control. Just as we were about to make changes to deal with the constant highs, the unexpected sound of panic lifts me from my chair.

"Carey! Juice box now!!! He's very low!!!"

I pop from my chair like a firefighter responding to an alarm and grab two juice boxes. I can hear Susanne's voice growing louder as I make my way upstairs.

"CHARLIE! CHARLIE! I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP!"

"CHARLIE!"

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It woke me up just before 2 a.m.

 

I was uncomfortable and confused; hot.

 

The Mr. was sleeping soundly next to me, but I didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

My heart was pounding like a cartoon character in love -- in and out of my chest.

 

I felt like I was hyperventilating.

 

Finally awake and aware of what was happening to me, I eyed my meter; it was just an arm's length away but felt so, so far.

 

I tried to reach for it, but my arms flopped around like the bones and muscles had been removed.

 

So tired. I just wanted to sleep. I felt like a coma.

 

The Mr. was still sleeping and I still didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

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The feeling came on pretty fast this morning as I was walking through the cafeteria at work.

 

My thighs shook like unsteady legs of an old, wooden table supporting the weight of a rhinoceros. There was a tremor throughout my whole body. I felt the same heat on my shoulder blades and forehead that I get when I'm forced to introduce myself publicly to a large circle of strangers. I was starving.

 

It's not very often that I get a taste of what Charlie goes through with low blood sugars. I've been Gazellin' like a felon and dieting since January, trying to lose about 15-20 pounds. Almost half-way there. Maybe I was taking it too hard-core with my miniscule breakfast of a few sliced almonds and raisins.

 

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When testing Charlie’s blood sugar in public, there was a time when I would crouch down in a semi-secluded corner of the store and prick his finger to avoid full-on display of bloodshed. Not so much anymore. While using some gift cards at Best Buy the other day, Charlie said he felt low. The diabetes bag folds open quite nicely on the DVD shelving while curious shoppers look on. I had it wedged between Night at the Museum and Star Trek, I believe.

 

Maybe I should collaborate on the Zagat guide to the top public places to test your child’s blood sugar in.

 

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Just this morning …
Charlie says, "Dad, I think I'm low."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"OK, one sec."
Rip. Pop. Click.
"Nope. Not low."
"Aww. I wish I was low."
"What? No Charlie. Being low is very dangerous. Why do you want to be low?"
"Because I want to eat some juice."
"You mean drink juice?"
"Drink juice."
"Charlie, it's really, really dangerous."
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Dipping Low

 

When life hands you low blood sugars, eat a bag of sugar on a stick made of sugar.

 

"Enjoy this moment," I told Charlie. "It's not going to happen too often."

 

I handed him a Fun Dip (his first ever) from his untouched Valentine's Day stash and watched his face light up like the sun.

 

 

 

"Mmmm," Charlie said. "I can see why people like these."

 

Hockey and Bagels

 

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