According to Facebook, I was not alone in my early morning fight with diabetes. I noticed that many other parents spent more time awake last night than asleep thanks to the dia-beast!
Last night my son was the picture of health and fitness. I could hear the weights clambering as he lifted and pressed. I watched him haul his body up and down on his chin up bar and tried to convince myself that I could do that if I really wanted to. As I headed off to bed, he sat at our table chopping fruit and adding it to his plain yogurt for a snack.
He had been high the night before but I was guessing that working out and low-fat foods were going to see bg levels in range. Well, that is what I hoped but at 2am I woke up and decided to see how things were going. He was 5 (90). I hate five. It’s a beautiful number during the day and a nightmare in the early morning hours. I just never know which way it’s heading.
Last night, I was pretty sure that I knew. There was still a little bit of insulin onboard and I was certain that he was going to drop. Just in case I decided to give him some glucose. I love glucose tabs for just these occasions–a glucose top up. Its perfect for the times when perhaps a tiny bit of sugar is all that you need.
I dug around in my son’s room trying to figure out where he has hid his Dex stash this week. It was in the chair beside his bed–under the blanket, the hoodie, the pillow and various other articles of clothing. The next challenge was to find tablets. Every time I grabbed something it was a bottle of liquid glucose. I finally found a small container of tablets which of course was sealed.
How the heck is a person who is low supposed to get into those things? They are sealed, stretched and locked up tighter than anything else! I remembered that there were scissors on a table in the room. I grabbed them, cut open the tablets and eventually was able to feed my son a couple of tabs.
I headed back to my room to catch up on 2am Facebook and Twitter. After 15 minutes, I rechecked to see if it was safe to sleep. It wasn’t. He had dropped. I dug back in the stash. It was time for a bottle of liquid glucose. He loves this stuff but once again I was faced with the difficulty of getting it open. I finally slid my nail around the neck, got it opened and convinced my still sleeping son to drink on demand.
By 3am all was good and I could go back to bed and try to sleep but I was still stuck with the thought of what if I was the one low? Would I be able to open the tablets? How would I get open the bottles?
I guess you have to plan ahead and have the seals broke before you go to bed or have someone else willing to crack them open for you. Not good. Not good at all.
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