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On Thursday, Olivia asked me if she could spend Friday night at a friend's house. I said yes, but told her that she had to call home at some point on Friday evening and call again on Saturday morning to let us know when she wanted to be picked up.
I didn't get any phone call until noon on Saturday. I had gone out Friday night, but my husband was home with the two little ones. Normally, I would just get on her case a little bit about it and leave it alone. That was before I checked her meter and pump today.
She didn't check her blood sugar after 5 p.m. on Friday night and only checked THREE times on Saturday. Three. We typically check between 8 and 12 times a day, every day, depending on what's going on. I very nearly blew a gasket over that one.
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On Thursday, Olivia asked me if she could spend Friday night at a friend's house. I said yes, but told her that she had to call home at some point on Friday evening and call again on Saturday morning to let us know when she wanted to be picked up.
I didn't get any phone call until noon on Saturday. I had gone out Friday night, but my husband was home with the two little ones. Normally, I would just get on her case a little bit about it and leave it alone. That was before I checked her meter and pump today.
She didn't check her blood sugar after 5 p.m. on Friday night and only checked THREE times on Saturday. Three. We typically check between 8 and 12 times a day, every day, depending on what's going on. I very nearly blew a gasket over that one.
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Nicole wrote an entry about blood sugar logging that struck a real chord with me.
I remember using old-school blood sugar meters that took a few minutes to provide a result and didn't have a memory, so my mother would diligently write the result down in my tattered, bloodstained logbook. For the first few months - maybe years - my logbook was a steady record of how my numbers were faring.
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Just recently I had a talk with myself. I told myself that being a diabetic is a/my full-time job. That is how I choose to look at it sometimes.
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Olivia's been at camp for five days now. It's always so much quieter around here when she's gone, but it's amazing how much I miss having her around. Oh, sure, the babies are still here, laughing and playing and crying and generally being their cute little selves, but without "LaLa" here, the noise level has dropped dramatically.
The phone doesn't ring, the computer only gets used once in a while. The Disney Channel does not get turned on at all. (No Hannah Montana! Whoohoo!) It's nice, but it's weird. She's always here.
I keep waking by her room and thinking "Gosh, what is she DOING in there?" And then I remember, duh, she isn't here. She's at camp. Having fun. Being a teen-ager. Going to the dances with the Joslin boys. Playing Cities and having backwards day and all sorts of other goofy things they do at camp. And while I miss her intensely, I wouldn't change that for the world.
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When I tell my "real-life" friends stories about my friends from the
Diabetes Online Community (DOC), I'm often told that my stories make these people sound real.
"Well," I say, "They are real. In many ways more real than some people I've met face to face."
I usually get the look then. The one that says:
Nicole has been spending too much time online. Nicole's friends all live in the box.
That's the furthest thing from the truth. I mean - really - who can spend too much time online? And my friends don't live in the box, they just talk to me through it. Right?
I'm getting to the point. Patience.
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I was busy. I thought it'd be here sooner. I just didn't take the time to think about it. The insurance company shouldn't be so slow. I have too many other things to handle. I'm still new to pumping so I haven't realized the increased needs. I couldn't really judge how much was left.
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My daughter informed me that today was Hug A Diabetic Day. So, I hugged her. I don't get to do that very often any more. I'll take any opportunity I can get.
Olivia and I talked this morning about the not checking/not entering her blood sugars. Well, it was more like I talked and she sat there, rather sullen. I told her she had two choices - I could lock up the food and she could come to me every time she wanted to eat or she could take more responsibility and I would just check her meter and pump daily.
She didn't really answer me, but today she's been much more diligent about checking and logging.
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I'm putting on several layers of body armor for this post. I suspect some of you will be more than angry at me for saying this: Maybe we should give
Halle Berry a break.
::Michelle ducks::
Here's my reason. She's clearly misinformed about either her disease or diabetes in general or both. Instead of attacking her, let's take this opportunity to bring to light the common misconceptions about diabetes, let's offer education to those who don't know or have been afraid to ask, and let's also encourage people who have diabetes to be as informed as possible about the disease and the best treatment options.
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I came across this article recently
from the BD Newsletter and it got me thinking about how Olivia behaves when her blood sugar is high.
Normally, she's your average teen-ager. She's sometimes sullen, sometimes goofy, sometimes talkative, all in a five minute span. But when her blood sugar is high, she can become weepy, rude, argumentative and very, very unpleasant. The really high highs make her feel sick, but it's the somewhat high highs that I loathe.
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