Friday is car wash day. I vacuumed up at least 20 test strips and ALL the raisins. Dealing with a chronic condition like T1D means the highs and lows happen anywhere, anytime. It doesn’t stop for car washes. Thanks to the noise of the water and then the vacuum I couldn’t hear the Dexcom low alert and for some reason it didn’t show up on my watch. Grasshopper said he felt low. Yep. 55 on the meter, 50 on Dexcom.
Four Annie’s Fruit Snacks, and half a glucose tab for him. Contemplation of mortality with the daily mix of extraordinary and ordinary for me. I finished vacuuming the car. I saved my six year old son’s life again with eight grams of sugar. In the middle of cleaning our minivan. Thank you Dexcom. Thank you Annie’s Fruit Snacks. Life is weird and wonderful. I am grateful to be here in the midst of it and I’m glad my son is too.
Not two minutes later, life handed me a giggle as I caught Sunshine spraying the inside car window as if she was trying to squirt a hole through the glass. That one spot is CLEAN. Time to move on.
In the space of about 20 minutes on Tuesday evening, the following happened:
- I dosed Grasshopper for a 40 gram weight piece of cinnamon roll for dessert. That is a sliver of a roll, not a whole one. It was a 20 gram carb treat. I sent him to put on his pjs so the insulin could have a little time to work.
- He walked out a few minutes later holding his insulin infusion site… that was supposed to be attached to his body. I tried to hide my instant anxiety. When did it come off? Did it come off before his 24 gram carb dinner? Did he get any insulin for dinner? Did it come off after dinner but before I dosed for the cinnamon roll slice? Did he get any insulin for that??? Continue reading →
UPDATE: I went back and found out that Chyna Patterson was the employee who helped me at the Chick-Fil-A in Eastchase, Montgomery, Alabama. I gave her a big hug and spoke to her manager and district manager to let her know what a wonderful person they have working there.
This is a BIG THANK YOU to the wonderful Chick-Fil-A employee who helped me today. Six year old Grasshopper and I had our eyes dilated for an annual eye exam. Continue reading →
A few months ago Grasshopper’s school nurse, Amber, told me she had been contacted by some folks from the Pike Road Lions Club. Continue reading →
Gabbing with Grasshopper
Him: What did you say those big kids in white clothes were doing at school today? Typeonediabetesdo? Continue reading →
After dealing with diabetes as a family for four years and four months, I think of it as if I am holding a pencil in my outstretched hand. I am relatively confident now in the daily decisions that need to be made. Thanks to Sugar Surfing techniques I am usually able to run Grasshopper’s blood sugar control as a background program in my mind instead of as the main focus of my day. But of course it is always there. Continue reading →
That’s what the mom right before me in line to check in late to school had written in the “reason” column. Continue reading →