No longer having children live at home means that I don’t have to worry about school schedules. I don’t have to concern myself with getting teens out of bed that would rather sleep. I don’t have to make lunches. There is a great freedom there.
Having children who don’t live with you does not free you from worry. My oldest son makes a 9 hour journey by car every 10 days to go to work. I stress as he drives home for his days off. I stress as he drives back to return for his next run of work. Some times my worries are even warranted.
The other night he had vehicle trouble. I sat by my phone all night until I knew that he was safe. I felt bad for him. He had to get up early for work. I was able to try to catch an extra hour in the morning….or so I thought.
I have two sons and at 7am I heard from my younger son. He was vomiting. What should he do? When my boys are sick, Mom is still the first one that they call. I asked him what his bg levels were? We needed to know if we were dealing with a tummy bug or a really high blood glucose level.
He told me that he couldn’t check. He was throwing up too much. To prove the point, he sent me a picture. You have to love boys!
Eventually his stomach relented and allowed him to test. No bug, he was high, like super high, like “HI!” from a cheerful meter kind of high! I hate that kind of high. We went through the protocol….
Inject yourself with insulin.
Change your site.
Change your insulin cartridge.
Check for ketones.
The protocol took over an hour to complete. He was throwing up and upset by the mess that was being made. He was alone in the house and having to do everything himself. My heart was aching. This is the bad part of having your children move away. You can’t take over and let them just be sick. I continued to walk him through what had to be done.
Sleep was now impossible. I got up as I waited to hear what stage he was at. Insulin was in. Thank goodness! Now at least his body had something to work with.
New site and cartridge were done. One more step towards normalcy!
Now to stop the vomiting and get some recovery. He had no gravol or any other anti-nausea medications. He did find some fluids and worked to keep them down.
He found his ketone meter. The results were in the “holy crap” category but just under the “you can’t do this alone. Get to the hospital now!” category. “Insulin and water” he repeated. “Don’t forget the test a lot until you have in range readings and no ketones. Also, do NOT sleep.” He told me that sleep was not an option.
We continued to stay in contact. He continued to take charge of his care and get things sorted. I continued to hate diabetes for making him have to be so responsible at 17. We both survived. That’s the main thing….