I am up at all hours adjusting, dosing, and praying. Lows occur when you least expect them and when they are the most inopportune. The other night a low blood glucose level arrived at 2:30 in the morning. I woke up, had my usual fight with myself, got up and tested my son. I was surprised to see him looking back at me in a questioning sort of way.
"You are low."
"Okay, I will go and grab the juice."
He came up with the juice, put it on the counter and headed off towards his room.
"Where are you going??
"I don't think so. I am up and so are you. Sit down and drink this."
"There are no problems."
Eventually he begins to transfer the data onto good old paper for his aging mother to look at. I know many people are saying just download the data onto your PC. Who uses a log book? Me, that's who. I have to "see the stuff" to make changes.
After a bit of grumbling we head to bed and I call out "Turn off that XBox and what was your last reading?"
"Yes but what was your reading?" Silence follows. I know he hasn't tested yet.
I silently swear knowing, as a good pancreas does, that I will have to check on him soon because, despite the food in his belly, we are liable to see a repeat of the previous night's low. I remain pretty good at my job of chasing the inevitable havoc wreaked on my son's body by diabetes. Sure enough, by 1:30am I have forced myself out of bed and he is rock bottom low. Darn I hate being right!