“You need to do a site change.”
My son replied, “I can’t do it by myself. Its in my arm. I can only do leg sites.”
I asked him when this happened. He used to do almost all of site changes except the one arm that he couldn’t reach. “What are you going to do when you leave home?”
“You are going to have to come over to where I am living and do it for me. Not to worry though, I will stretch my site changes out to every four days to give you a bit of a break.” He paused for a second thinking,”It will be a bit tougher though if I have to move away for work. You will have to fly out to where ever I am. I can’t afford to pay your travel though because I will need my entire pay cheque. I am sure you can work it out.”
By now I am standing with my mouth hanging open truly amazed by his logic and my older son is rolling on the floor laughing at him. My older son asked “How long do you expect her to travel?”
“Only until I get married. Once I have a wife it will be her job to do my site changes.”
I pray he gets a wife that will see his logic!
My son began to pile his site change supplies on the table. I was impressed. He was a day late for his site change but finally, without a lot of nagging from his mother, he was going to change his site!
“Don’t forget to bolus for that soup first before you do your site change.”
“I can’t. I am out of insulin.”
“What? What do you mean you are out of insulin?”
“I’m out of insulin. Why do you think I am doing a site change?”
“Ah, maybe because it was due YESTERDAY!?”
My son looked at me like I was insane. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to continue on dealing with things that I had to do.
“Where are you going? You can’t leave. I need you to do my site change.”
“Why do you need me? Where are you putting your site?”
“In my leg.”
Now it was my turn to look at him like he was nuts. “You don’t need me to do a leg site. You are perfectly capable.”
“Yes, but Mom, you realize that you only have four more years to do site changes for me. I will turn 18 and move on and you will never have this opportunity again. You should be savoring these times just like you say how important it is to share each birthday with me before I leave home. Actually, think of these site changes as being just like my birthday but every three days. Treasure them. In fact, we can make it like my birthday if you want. You can even buy me presents for each site change done!”
His logic is interesting if nothing else!
Note to self, do not tell him how important it is to value time spent with a loved one again. Our idea of quality time seems to be a very different!
“Before you go upstairs bring me in your meter.”
“Well you see Mom, I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you see there is good news and bad news. The good news is that I have to do all my tests for the rest of the week! See, isn’t that great news?”
“Huh? What is the bad news?”
“Well you see I am going to have to do all of my tests for the rest of the week because I missed a few tests today at school.”
Back up the banana boat here! We have negotiated testing down to basically three tests per school day. This is nowhere near my ideal but it works for him and is more than a reasonable request from me. He must test as soon as he gets to school or at their first break. This is about two hours or a little less after he eats his breakfast. He is then to test before he eats his lunch–he is always to test before food hits his lips so how is this test ever missed? I don’t know. The final test is two hours after lunch or just before he gets on the bus. Because of scheduling the two final time slots are basically the same. We have a three strikes rule–miss three tests and you lose a privilege. If he has already missed two tests and he only had to test three times during the day….
“Did you test at all today???? Let me see that meter. What the heck is going on?” My mind was still reeling from trying to unravel his logic and what I was coming up with did not look good.
“I told you Mom, I have to test for the rest of the week but see I tested at 3 and I did test at 1. I was pretty high then but we really don’t know why because I kinda missed the morning test and the before lunch test but you see I do have to do all of my tests for the rest of the week. That’s a good thing.”
THUD! Yes, that was the sound of my head hitting my desk in frustration. If only he could check his blood sugar levels as well as he rattled on with excuses and teen logic.