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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).

When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.

She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).

When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.

She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.
So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.
"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.
"No, no didn't know that," she said.
"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.
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I knew that I hadn't checked my blood sugar in hours. Last time I did, I was 100 so I just didn't worry. I enjoyed a small dinner, judging my carbs to perfection. I carried on with my night.

 

Right before I fell asleep, I thought I should check my blood sugar just to be safe. I was feeling a little funny, minor thirst, minor nausea. I checked at 502. I haven't been above 500 in over a year.

 

I bolused like normal, wondering if my infusion set was the problem. I had changed it earlier, but I blew it off since I was 100 after lunch (and hours after the set change). I set an alarm to wake me up in two hours to make sure I was heading down.

 

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A funny thing happened this week. I turned forty.
Okay, perhaps it wasn't so funny.
The morning of my birthday, I took a long moment in front of my bathroom mirror. My apartment complex management was kind enough to replace the subtle lighting over the mirror that we'd had for two years with new, direct lights that look fancy but which might be more appropriate for an interrogation than the gentle transition from being asleep to facing the reality of my new life as a forty-something. Looking in the mirror, I swear I could hear the faint creaking sound of my bones as they calcified. (READ MORE)

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A funny thing happened this week. I turned forty.
Okay, perhaps it wasn't so funny.
The morning of my birthday, I took a long moment in front of my bathroom mirror. My apartment complex management was kind enough to replace the subtle lighting over the mirror that we'd had for two years with new, direct lights that look fancy but which might be more appropriate for an interrogation than the gentle transition from being asleep to facing the reality of my new life as a forty-something. Looking in the mirror, I swear I could hear the faint creaking sound of my bones as they calcified. (READ MORE)

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There really just is no way to describe the way an extreme low feels. It was surreal, like I was outside of myself; like I was watching myself through a camera mounted on my head--that carnival ride-like feeling you get when you watch a video of someone, say, walking through the woods from their point of view; like part of me was asleep while the conscious part of me fought like mad to make things right.
I saw the 29 and while I almost immediately pulled the strip out of the meter, for just a second I thought the number was the code for the strips. I, obviously, wasn't thinking clearly.
"29," I said to The Mr. (READ MORE)

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My husband and I joke all the time about how I am likely the world's most impatient person. OK, my 4-year-old daughter runs a close second, but she had to learn from someone.
For example, literally as soon as I gave myself my first injection of Byetta just over two weeks ago I expected to be running for the bathroom and to immediately lose my appetite. I was disappointed, frankly, that I didn't.
I know it's weird, but I'm actually hoping to have the side effects that can come with Byetta. I love to eat and have yet to find something to help me curb my insatiable desire to shovel food into my mouth all the time. Right now, when I'm feeling great, I can say with some level of confidence that I want a medicine that will make me feel like crap so that I lose the will to eat. Yes, that's extreme, but I can't fight the hunger anymore, which I've managed to illustrate with my 9.0 A1C. (READ MORE)

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This article came to my attention a few weeks ago via Penny at My Son Has Diabetes . I thought it was melodramatic in the extreme and felt it needed a response. Here's what I said:

Everything in moderation - Aristotle. I find that's a good philosophy when it comes to Halloween candy.

Your melodramatic column screams about the massive rate of diabetes among adults and children. Yet what you fail to note is that the majority of children with diabetes have TYPE 1 diabetes, a vastly different disease than Type 2.
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A question was posed to me the other day about diabetics and their highs and lows. The question was from the sibling of a diabetic, who is also a good friend of mine. I had just experienced an unexpected high (I'm now attributing it to my own negligence in keeping my infusion site fresh). He asked, "Why do you bounce from one extreme to the other?"

 

His sibling has had great success with the pump and is running stable after a period of prolonged highs on MDI's. For me, I do experience extremes. But mostly, I experience lows. I answered his question in a simple statement, "Because we're all different."

 

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