Liedholdt

Anxious. Pissed off. Relieved. Lots of things.

This writing subject was a challenge issued by Kerri. It's certainly better than her last challenge. None of us wanted to eat a goat's heart at last year's Blogabetes retreat in Jacksonville. Poor little guy was still alive! But, that's just the way Kerri rolls.

And then there was the trust-building exercise in which you must fall back and trust that your partner will catch you. I don't want to mention any names (Kim Doty), but some people just can't be trusted.

Charlie's next A1c result will bring mixed emotions. I expect it will be his lowest A1c ever. This should make me happy, right?

Charlie had six lows yesterday before noon. He had eight juice boxes. He had 100 (yes, 100) carbs without insulin and still Susanne could not keep Charlie's blood sugar up. Eventually Susanne had to throw in the towel and go pick him up from school. It was absolutely ridiculous and unprecedented. "Maybe he's cured," I wrote in an email to my mother.

My wife, the poet, called me from the school as she was about to pick up Charlie.

"His A1c is gonna be F-in' fantastic!" she said, frazzled from the extraordinarily difficult morning.

But at what cost, we both agreed. This period of low blood sugars is scary and dangerous and if his A1c is good, it won't be something to feel proud of.

Nothing like being the first diabetes blogger to finish his goat heart in under 30 seconds. Now that was pride.