Behind the Scenes of an Average Friday

On Friday, my daughter got up, had breakfast, got dressed, and went to school.  She had a test and a quiz there, ate lunch, and walked the track during gym.  After school she and a few friends stopped at a pizza place and went to the park for an hour before walking back to a friend's house. Once home, she practiced piano, watched t.v., ate dinner, and enjoyed dessert while watching baseball.  She was in bed before 10 and asleep soon there-after.

Sounds like an average 13 year old day, right?  Let's look a little closer:

On Friday, my daughter had her finger poked at 2 a.m. and was woken up to drink juice.  When she got up in the morning, she poked her finger again, chose among a limited selection of high fiber/high protein breakfast choices, and did some math problems.  She programmed her insulin pump and finished making breakfast.  She wanted to wear a skirt she likes, but decided that since a busy afternoon was planned, she'd be happier with her insulin pump tucked in the pocket of shorts so she wouldn't have to worry about it slipping off her waist band. 

She poked her finger after gym at school and was detoured to the nurse's office for juice before heading to take her quiz.  She finished the quiz while the rest of the class started the next lesson.  Before lunch she went back to the nurse to poke her finger again and program her pump using the note her mother put in her lunch saying how many grams of carbohydrate were in there.  A friend came with her to the nurse and they both arrived at lunch later than the other kids.

After school, she poked her finger again before walking to the pizza place. She really wanted to try the garlic knots.  This decision necessitated a phone call and several texts with her mother to discuss how many carbs would be in this snack.  After deciding they were close in size to half a mini bagel each, she programmed her insulin pump and ate.  She and her friends walked the block to the park and after walking around for a while, she poked her finger again.  She needed to eat some glucose tabs before walking to her friend's house.

When she got home, she poked her finger again, gave insulin for a high blood sugar, and drank a large glass of water to counteract the effects of the high.  Between piano practice and t.v. time, her mother used an enormous spring-loaded contraption to insert a sensor under her skin.  She hugged her stuffed rabbit.

She poked her finger again before sitting down for dinner.  After sitting down at the table, she had to get up again to get a measuring cup to make sure she ate the amount of rice she would take insulin for.  She then programmed her insulin pump to deliver a dose for the meal. 

During a commercial in the baseball game, she poked her finger and counted 10 mini nutter-butters into a small bowl. She debated whether she was still hungry and whether she wanted to add some apple slices to dessert and decided it was too much trouble to count and dose for them.  So she put on her pajamas and her insulin pump pack, since pajamas don't have pockets.

At around 11, her finger was poked one more time before her father went to bed, but she didn't wake up.  It had been a busy day...even busier than most people would imagine.