Lately diabetes has been taking a backseat in my life. I have been busy with a lot of major changes and dealing with other stressors in my life. I have left the diabetes care to my 15 year old. Everyone says that its his disease anyway. I see the dead test strips throughout the house. I see him bolus and after a lot of nagging, he does change his infusion sets at least once a week.
Yes, I have been frustrated by the site change frequency. I have also taken time away from focusing on my own issues to give him the regular...do you want lumps and bumps all over your body lecture. To which I get the usual response of "If I was a UFC fighter, I would have all of those lumps and when someone punched me they would squirt blood." Yes, I then hit my head against the wall and ask "why me?"
I decided that it was time for things to get back to normal...or at least as normal as they ever are in our world. I asked my son for his meter so I could see how things have been going in my virtual absence. I knew how the nights were going. I was testing them and had made some changes but what about the rest of the time?
Well, we are left to wonder about the rest of the time because there are serious lapses in testing! I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Was he ever going to learn? I asked him what exactly we were going to do about this. Of course he had no answers and neither did I. Did I mention that I wanted to cry?
I will attempt to go back to the hawk-eyed mother I have occasionally been in the past. I will check his meter more often. I will nag and adjust. I will pray that he really does "get it" one day and take some solace in the fact that he does bolus for his food...well most of it anyway.
Give me strength....