Waiting.

Waiting for his blood sugar to come down.

Waiting for his blood sugar to come up.

Waiting for the school to call with his numbers.

Waiting for him to come out of hiding so we can get this damn thing over with.

Waiting for the bruises to heal.

Waiting for science.

Waiting for his A1c result.

Waiting for good news.

Waiting for ketones to go away.

Waiting for his test strips to be delivered.

Waiting for technology to improve.

Waiting for restrictions to be lifted.

Waiting for people to understand.

Waiting for him to get older.

Waiting for it to get easier.

Waiting for the 3-year-old to stop saying "I'm low." It was cute and funny at first. Now it's making me uncomfortable.

Waiting for sleep.

Waiting for the doctors to get off their asses and make the call already to renew the prescription for insulin! What the hell! It's just his life support! Waiting for it to occur to someone that it makes no sense to renew a prescription for medication he will need forever.

Waiting.

Waiting for the waitress to come back with the bag of bread to see how many carbs was in his French toast.

Waiting for a breakthrough.

Waiting for a miracle.

Waiting for non-diabetes-related thoughts.

Waiting for a cure.

Waiting.