Good grief, it's been hot here. Depending on which bank I was driving past, it was either 99, 101 or 103 today. Any one of them is too freakin' hot, especially for early June and most especially for New England. My Yankee bones don't like that kind of temperature one little bit.

Nor do Olivia's. She's been miserable the last few days. Weather had a lot to do with it and I've been making sure she's checking her blood sugars frequently and staying well hydrated. Her numbers haven't been great, but I don't know whether I can attribute that to the weather or to the fact that she just got dumped by her boyfriend.

I do feel bad for her but I can't help smile a little - I remember the agony of having my first boyfriend break up with me. I wasn't much fun to be around and neither is Olivia. Problem is, the stress doesn't just affect her mood (which is mostly crying interspersed with big, heavy sighs) but it's also affecting her blood sugars.

They've been high. And like I said, I don't know if it's the heat or the stress, but either way, her insulin usage has gone up by about 15%. I'm trying to give her her space, to let her talk if she wants to (she doesn't - not to me, at least. The phone, on the other hand, is red hot from heavy usage.) but to also try to be vigilant about making sure she checks her blood sugars more frequently than usual.

The view's nice up here on this tightrope, but man, the footing is precarious.