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I took Charlie to his first NHL hockey game.
I took him straight into the lion's den - the house of the enemy - the Philadelphia Flyers. We weren't exactly feeling the "brotherly love" as we came to support the opposing team - the New Jersey Devils.
I had prepped Charlie in the car ride over.
"You know how you say
Boo, Flyers! when we're at home and you see them on TV?"
"Uh huh."
"Well you can't do that when we get there. They. Will. Murder. Us."
It didn't take long for Charlie to realize that we were in the vast minority as we parked the car and stepped out into a sea of orange and black.
"Let's not bring this," Charlie said quietly, neatly folding and handing me the picture he drew that said "LET'S GO DEVILS."
Kudos to the security guard who stopped us as we entered the arena to check if I had any plastic containers in my small cooler.
"Yeah, I do, but my son's a diabetic and I ,"
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I took Charlie to his first NHL hockey game.
I took him straight into the lion's den - the house of the enemy - the Philadelphia Flyers. We weren't exactly feeling the "brotherly love" as we came to support the opposing team - the New Jersey Devils.
I had prepped Charlie in the car ride over.
"You know how you say
Boo, Flyers! when we're at home and you see them on TV?"
"Uh huh."
"Well you can't do that when we get there. They. Will. Murder. Us."
It didn't take long for Charlie to realize that we were in the vast minority as we parked the car and stepped out into a sea of orange and black.
"Let's not bring this," Charlie said quietly, neatly folding and handing me the picture he drew that said "LET'S GO DEVILS."
Kudos to the security guard who stopped us as we entered the arena to check if I had any plastic containers in my small cooler.
"Yeah, I do, but my son's a diabetic and I ,"
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"This," I said to my mom while pointing to the table full of mid-afternoon party food, "is exactly the kind of situation where I would really
benefit from having a pump."
We were in my brother's dining room at his daughter's first-birthday party. The spread included crackers with an amazing cream cheese and pesto dip, mini chicken salad croissant sandwiches, fresh fruit, potato chips and dip and fresh veggies. To the untrained eye, there wasn't much that I should have stayed away from, but in reality there was just about nothing that didn't require insulin.
Mom looked a little confused. "But you'd still have to count carbs," she said.
"Well, yeah, of course," I said. "But that's not really the reason the pump would be so beneficial. I could eat and not have to excuse myself to take a shot."
She nodded in understanding.
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"This," I said to my mom while pointing to the table full of mid-afternoon party food, "is exactly the kind of situation where I would really
benefit from having a pump."
We were in my brother's dining room at his daughter's first-birthday party. The spread included crackers with an amazing cream cheese and pesto dip, mini chicken salad croissant sandwiches, fresh fruit, potato chips and dip and fresh veggies. To the untrained eye, there wasn't much that I should have stayed away from, but in reality there was just about nothing that didn't require insulin.
Mom looked a little confused. "But you'd still have to count carbs," she said.
"Well, yeah, of course," I said. "But that's not really the reason the pump would be so beneficial. I could eat and not have to excuse myself to take a shot."
She nodded in understanding.
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So now I don't know what to do. I caught Olivia in a couple of blatant, non-diabetes related lies tonight and my whole thread of hope that it might be a meter issue vanished like the pathetic puff of smoke it was.
Is it appropriate to punish a kid for lying about her diabetes stuff? Part of me is really inclined to because it's not just failure to remember, it's outright lying. But the other part of me, the part that's a total pushover at times, is hesitant. I think I need to be harder on her than I have been, but I'm not sure how hard to be. I don't want to come down like a ton of bricks, but I don't want her thinking she can constantly pull one over on me.
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'Twas the night before Christmas and
Charlie was low. He hovered in the fifties and sixties three other times that day, as we hosted a family Christmas eve gathering. The seasoned veterans that we are, we took the lows in stride and had a wonderful day. A juicebox here, an extra cookie there and Charlie was back in business.
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Things just keep getting better and better around here. (to be read in a dripping-with-sarcasm tone of voice.)
I got a phone call from the nurse this morning that Olivia had shown up in her office shortly after gym started, complaining of shortness of breath. The nurse took her blood pressure and it was 120/100. I called Olivia's pediatrician. Four bp readings later, she was 120/96. And no one has a clue as to what's going on.
She says she feels fine. She doesn't feel like her heart is racing, she doesn't feel sick, nothing. She hadn't even started running around in gym when this happened.
The pediatrician didn't want to see her today. She suggested I have the school nurse check Olivia's blood pressure tomorrow, a couple of times during the day. She also said that if it flared up again tonight, that I was to take her to the ER.
Blah.
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This weekend I was working at a church retreat. I would not call it work since all I did was play drums and sing for 4 days. It was more like having my dream job for a short week.
As much as I love to play music and serve others, I continue to find that long days such as these are difficult for me to bounce back from. Is it diabetes or my age? I like to think I am a young 34 for the most part but not too long ago I could function on 4 hours sleep. No longer! I always schedule an extra day off even for vacations and the like because I know I am worthless the following day.
I would love to hear from anyone with diabetes about this. I wonder sometimes if needing a day to recuperate after a weekend trip is a common practice among my fellow d-lifers.
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I want to be healthy. I want to live as long as I can. I want to be complication free. I want to not have diabetes.
3 of those 4 statements above I can actually do something about. I can watch what I eat, exercise, and check my blood sugar all the time. I cannot cure myself but if I can take care of the other three then I would be doing pretty good in my book.
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I found a recent article disturbing. A large drugmaker estimates that three diabetes drugs in the pipeline have the potential to bring in sales of $3 billion in the next few years.
I could have looked at the upside of this. These are drugs that could improve the quality of life and health of many people living with diabetes.
I could have.
But what I see in this article is a positive report on the financials of a company getting a little richer every time another person gets diagnosed. News that panders to its shareholders and seems just a bit too pleased about having so many people with diabetes to treat. I see my son as a client in the business of diabetes. He's their demographic; he's the customer.
"You're talking peak sales in the multiple billions for all three drugs, if they succeed," an analyst from Miller Tabak & Co. said.
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