cityofsachse

From the top of a hill overlooking a baseball diamond ,

"I think I'm low."

While playing roller hockey like a Transformer with 15 pounds of equipment ,

"I think I'm low."

While blowing bubbles on the deck ,

"I think I'm low."

From the top of the stairs ,

"I think I'm low."

In the wee hours of the morning while the whole house sleeps ,

"Mom, dad, I think I'm low."

"I think I'm low."
"I think I'm low."
"I think I'm low."

Charlie must have said these four words at least 20 times over the course of the weekend. When you can play the lottery with your blood sugar numbers, there's a problem. I plan to play 34, 38, 44, 49, 52 and 55 with the hope that something good can come from this disastrous weekend.

The 34 came with a glassy look and a slight tremble as he reached his finger out to me with urgency, knowing he was in danger. I set him up on the couch with a juice box and a bag of graham cracker cookies, which exploded when he pulled the bag open too hard. I came back into the room to find him motionless with crumbs and cookie bits all over his shirt and jeans. A few minutes after he ate, he asked how he got on the couch and why there were crumbs everywhere. He had no recollection of the low. Does this happen to you when you get very low? A sudden blackout? This is new to us.

Something has gone horribly wrong and I think it's more than the increased activity that comes with Spring. Charlie's dropping very low across the board. All times of day. The time and effort we spent basal and bolus testing means nothing now. It's like Charlie has been reset like a video game. If not for the over-corrected highs, I'd say his pancreas had risen from the dead and started spitting out some insulin.

So we have reduced basal rates throughout the day, but it's hard not to feel as if diabetes is setting us up.

I feel like we are dumb and unsuspecting animals taking its bait while the cage crashes down upon us.