Monday, March 6, 2017

The Game

5:18 am - no signal on his CGM.

I should check him.  If he is high, there is plenty of time to correct; a little over 5 hours.  I was careful not to wake him. He needs his sleep; especially today.  I lifted his ring finger and pressed the lancing device firm to his finger tip, hoping to avoid the need for multiple pokes to get a blood drop.  He was 386.  Not a great number.  I corrected and plodded out of his room and down the stairs.

Was the ringing tinnitus?  Or his POD?  I went to the bottom of the stairway and didn't hear anything, so assumed it was me and my aging ears.

5:38 am - Joe came down the stairs.  The ringing was his POD; it failed. The beeping from the POD woke him.  He's up.  It's game day.  It's State Championship game day.  I hate diabetes.

Joe changed his POD.  We bolused for the portion of the correction not given, due to the failure.  Joe ate; bolused for that too.

Around 8am - BG remained 386; a correction was given.  There was still 3 hours until game time.

9:30-ish am - BG 156. Two juice boxes (44grams CHO) were chugged in the car en route to the rink.

10:10 - BG 171.  Skittles (a fistful) was consumed.

10:50 - BG 263.  A good place to be for Joe to play the game.

All this work.  *sigh*

All this work...he endures daily.

He went down in the first eight minutes or so of the game.  His hip had been an issue the prior week.  It popped while he was skating and he went down.  The game was paused, while he removed himself from the ice.  He hobbled off the ice, off the bench, and into the locker room.  When I got to him...tears.  He was removing his pads; they were forcefully chucked into his bag.  Win or lose, more than anything else... he wanted to be playing with his team.  He watched the remainder of the game from the bench.  His team was the Runner Up for the State of VT; they lost the state championship 2-1.

I wish I didn't feel like this.  I wish I could just write that we've got this.  I wish I could say we are warriors and nothing gets us down.  Frankly, I'm disappointed for him.  And.  I feel a bit bitter.  He endures enough...just to get to the stupid game.  Sorry.


His blood sugar after the game, after all those carbs and then not skating...126.  Nice.

Kinda pissed off about the day-in-the-life.

Monday, February 6, 2017

I'm a Checker, but not a Mice Checker...Yo

A few days ago..
 
Pre-post note:  We are currently besieged by mice.  Traps are set in the basement and the main level of our home. 

The words "GI BUG" scare the BeJeezus outta even the most resilient, calm, cool, and collected of d' rents.  Joe currently has one.  I was up at 3 am ... checking a blood glucose, ketones, and then bolusing insulin.

As Dave woke, I updated him on the night care provided.

Me:  "I checked his BG...high 200s, ketones were OK...I've bolused twice over the last three hours."

Him:  "What about the mice?"

Me:  "What?"
A sick Joe with Oscar.  Miniature Schnauzers are supposed to be mousers! 

Him:  "Did you check the mice?" (referring to our traps)

Me:  "I'm the ketone checker; you're the mice checker."


Checking in on the day-in-the-life, but not on the mice. 😱

Friday, February 3, 2017

Maturi-D'

Over the years, I've tried to teach him the proper way to do things.  A healthy diet was discussed and modeled.  But... he did his own thing, choosing to eat from the "Brown and Beige Club" for years - chips, bread, mac and cheese, chips, crackers.  Now, lean meats and vegetables are consumed regularly.  Blood glucose checks were encouraged multiple times daily.  This has been his routine for the most part, but with some nagging.  Rotating pump sites, took years; like 9 to be exact.

The lumps and bumps are persistent in one arm; his right.  Until this last year, he used the backs of his arms exclusively for pump sites and CGM sites.  He was reluctant to try a new area.  Reluctant should be translated as "refused".  

Several months ago, Joe first found these lumps.  I explained it was most likely due to lack of site rotation - lipohypertrophy. I encouraged rotation, but didn't say much more.  A few weeks later...

 
A little more maturity in the day-in-the-life.