Refill Time

I ordinarily order my daughter's diabetes supplies intermittently.  The strips are refilled in one month, the insulin in another.  Yet because of some glitch in the time-space-diabetes continuum this week, we needed everything at once.

Ordering the strips and lancets requires a phone call during which I yell numbers and answers to yes-no questions at an automated telephone robot lady.

Insulin is a 2 step process of calling in the refill to CVS and picking it up.  The third step is avoiding purchasing the discount Valentine's Day candy or the new Easter candy on the way in and out of the store.

Ordering sensors involves an unfailingly friendly conversation with someone in Utah.

Insulin pump supplies usually ship automatically but when I need to change our order for any reason, it also involves a phone call with a real person.

Taken separately, these tasks are not overly time-consuming.  Sometimes there's a line at CVS, or I'm put on hold to wait for a representative.  But even then, it's manageable.

What I realized yesterday was that, strung together, these activities take up a solid chunk of time.

I started at noon, calling in the order for the strips.  Ten minutes.  Then I called for the sensors. I was on hold for ten minutes, and spent another ten minutes on the phone with the afore-mentioned friendly person in Utah.  I needed to add cartridges back into our pump supply order after using up a surplus. Fifteen minutes. Then I drove to CVS, where I waited in line for the insulin I'd ordered the day before. That was a 25 minute round-trip.  Put all together, this string of tasks felt like a huge undertaking instead of the usual quick project while dinner was cooking or quick stop on the way home from the grocery store.

Put in perspective, of course, this is not a big deal.  In an hour and a half, with a manageable-for-us expense, I was able to order everything I need to keep my child alive for another 3 months.

But I'd still rather spend the time and money on something more fun.

Juice Epiphany

The Dexcom buzzed at 4 a.m.  Low. (!!!)  A fingerstick confirmed it: 60.

Still mostly asleep, I considered my usual routine of going down the hall to the kitchen, finding a sippy cup, measuring 4 ounces of orange juice, finding a straw and bringing it back to the sleepy child.

As I put the meter down, my hand grazed the junior-juice box it shares its case with.  I picked it up, stuck the straw in, and roused the low person.  I was back in bed in under 3 minutes.

What have we been thinking?

When she was littler, it took less than 4 ounces of juice to treat a low.  So we reserved juice boxes for their convenience to carry away from home, but usually ended up throwing away half or a quarter of every one. Knowing how many ounces of a juice box had been consumed was impossible when awake in the daylight, let alone at 2 a.m. in a dark bedroom.  But fast forward a few years and now, for most overnight lows, one juice box is just enough.

When she treats lows at home, during regular awake hours, she still goes for juice from a cup.  Orange juice and apple cider are rare treats.  Despite the circumstances, she's happy to enjoy them.  Yet at 4 a.m., she's not savoring the flavor.  She wants to snuggle back under the covers.

So it seems the juice box is the way to go at night. It requires no rummaging in the kitchen.  It requires no lights.  It's literally right at hand every time we check her blood sugar.

I wasn't sure if she'd noticed, but she did.  "I was trying to figure out why my juice was so warm last night- but I noticed you used the box from the meter case."

"Yeah- I decided it was easier than coming out to the kitchen."

"I liked it.  I can drink it faster when it's warm."

And everybody lived happily ever after.


Streaks of high blood sugar are becoming frequent visitors.  I'm upping the insulin:carb ratio, the correction factor and the basal rates regularly.  My methods are sometimes scientific, with thoughtful basal testing and downloading of information. Some other changes have been made more impulsively, in exhausted frustration.  Either way, numbers seem to settle in for a few days to manageable if not perfect.  Then it's over.  She's stuck at 250 again.

So we start again.  Because of her health, of course.  And also because a 13 year old with consistently high blood sugar is not someone you want to live with. Trust me.

There was a time when we adjusted very few things between endo appointments.  One basal rate might change, or I'd need to up the breakfast carb ratio.  A little growing, or a change from school to summer schedule would require a bit of work, but not much.  Sometimes we'd do nothing at all and she'd be just fine. For 3 months.

I was warned this was coming.  I knew I'd have to start making regular changes in her insulin regimen.  I imagined it would be hard work.  What I didn't fully understand was the emotional component of the whole thing.  It's akin to playing a never-ending game of whack-a-mole.  There's that brief moment when all the little moles are in their holes and you take a deep breath hoping you've whacked them all.  Instead they start popping up faster than before.

I'm certain my little smile at the flat dexcom line from 1 a.m. until 7 this morning will be justly rewarded with an astronomical  spike before the day is out.  Or tomorrow's 1-7 line will be straight at 200 instead of 108. If we ever hit a day completely in range, I'm sure it will include a request from my child to go out to lunch with her friends to restaurant with uncountable carbs, or be followed by another lethargic snow day.

This challenge, like whack-a-mole, will take some skills to get through.  We'll keep looking at the big picture.  We'll keep moving.  We'll stay calm. We'll show the enemy who's boss.  And we'll know that this era, like any game of whack-a-mole, must eventually come to an end.  It can't last more than 4 more years, right?


As I rolled out of bed this morning, I grabbed Dexi for a peek.

Turns out the signal had been lost for about half an hour, which happens from time to time. It's usually not longer than that, and usually not a big deal.  Per the graph, blood sugars had been been skirting the 80 line for an hour or two before communication was lost.

I wonder if this is physiologically possible?
I got up, and as I walked past my daughter's door, Dexi regained contact. Bzzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt. Four is not good.  Four bzzzts means under 50. My usual routine of starting the coffee before hauling the 13 year old out of bed was aborted.

I was relieved to easily wake her with a gentle rub on the back and a 'good morning.'

Meter in hand, I wasted no time checking her blood as she began to rouse herself.


Good news, if a bit unexpected.

I fed Dexi the number and followed up with another as she requested (which was close to the first) .

As my daughter put her toast in the toaster, a mere 10 minutes later, more alarms:  bzzzt, bzzzt.


Impossible, I decided.  Clearly, Dexi's in some sort of panic mode at this point and making wild guesses.

"Just let her settle down," I advised.  My daughter actually gave the Dexcom a little pat and told it not to freak out.

By the time we'd finished breakfast, Dexi was reading in the low 100's and her imaginary crisis was over.

Spare A Rose

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I'd rather have insulin

Wouldn't you?

The average cost of a rose for Valentine's Day is $5.

The cost to supply a month's worth of insulin to a child in a developing country is $5.

Spare a rose this Valentine's Day and give a child access to life-saving insulin.  Share the love.

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On Our Own

'Snow will change over to a wintery mix this morning after accumulations of 6-10 inches.  Freezing rain will change back to snow mid-afternoon which will taper off around the evening commute.  The national weather service has issued a flash freeze warning beginning at 4 p.m. and continuing through the night.'

That was the weather situation which prompted me to cancel yesterday afternoon's endo appointment. We undertake a drive averaging 45 minutes into the city through heavy traffic to visit the diabetes center.  There are multiple hazards on a sunny day in June.  The new-to-me concept of a 'flash freeze warning' convinced me we'd definitely be better off at home with a jigsaw puzzle.

When I called to reschedule, the receptionist was very understanding but the next available appointment was in mid-March.  So it's not until then that we'll head in for a face-to-face professional assessment and help. Our usual 4 month interval between appointments will turn into more than 5.

Four months is really the right amount of time for us. As we approach each appointment, we inevitably start to build a list of problems for which we need solutions.   Maybe the after dinner lows discussed at the last appointment, which were perfectly resolved for a while, have turned into highs.  Or the afternoon basal rates seem way off but we haven't been successful in tweaking them ourselves.  Perhaps we're considering a new type of infusion set or want to talk about a new technology coming down the pipeline. We always need a prescription or a school form or a lab slip.  By three and half months, we're running out of ideas and enthusiasm.  We could do some research, try new tactics, or call the diabetes center for help, but a visit is so much better.

A visit allows us to take the sum total of all of the diabetes problems we're facing and hand them over to someone else.  'Please fix this,' we say.  While our endo does not have a magic wand, and therefore can't make it all go away, he can look at it with a fresh and well educated eye.  His suggestions work, and are often beyond what I could have come up with on my own.  He's able to put the pile of data downloaded from the diabetes devices together with the information we give him in an incredibly helpful way.

For just a part of an hour every 4 months, someone else worries about my daughter's diabetes.  Someone else struggles with the countless numbers, the trends, the mysteries of it all.

For the next month or so it's still ours to think about and do the best we can with.  If we're stuck with an issue that's particularly challenging, or if we need a prescription refilled, I'll call.  Otherwise we're still on our own.  March can't come quick enough!