A Long Night

It's 10 p.m. The teenager has been home for an hour from band practice. She has showered and is thinking about going to bed. She checks her blood sugar in order to calibrate the Dexcom.

"WHAT?!?!"

The parents watch warily from the couch while the teenager gets another test strip and rechecks her bg.

"WHAT IS GOING ON??? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN???"

The teenager is distraught.

"Mom...can you help me do a site change so it goes faster? APPARENTLY I'M 485."

The mother rises wearily from the sofa, her plans for quiet time with her book followed by a good night's sleep dashed. She fetches a large glass of water for the daughter, in hopes of keeping ketones at bay.

"Yup. Drink this first. What happened do you think?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

The teenager is grumpy, irrational and teary. Probably because of the blood sugar of 485. She gathers herself for a moment.

"I don't know... I was fine at dinner - 130 something. I don't remember Dexi alarming at band but it must have. It alarmed again a little while ago. But not that high. It's been iffy all day- it's like 10 days old - but I didn't know it was that far off and now I'm really high and I don't know WHY!"

The mother and teenager go off to the teenager's room to change the site. The chain of events leading up to the current situation is reviewed.

"I bolused dinner - I'm sure..." opens the pump's memory and double-checks "yup- and it wasn't a lot of carbs and you used the measuring cup. And then I just went UP! And I didn't eat anything at band- I just drank my water and I never had anything when I got home and now I'm SO HIGH FOR NO REASON."

When the site is removed the cannula is gunky, clearly clogged up. The mother thinks out loud.

"I don't think, in 13 years of pumping, you've had a pump site conk out that quickly. Usually they take a gradual turn for the worse, but this one seems to have suddenly and completely stopped working. That's the only logical explanation to go from 130 to almost 500 in 4 hours."

The teenager curls up on her bed, nursing her second pint of water. She is clearly miserable. She complains of a headache.

"... not just in one spot but like...my whole head...it just hurts...it's awful."

The mother initiates calming conversation … a friend's new puppy, a funny story someone posted on Facebook. Eventually, it's been 30 minutes since a correction dose of insulin was given. The teenager rechecks and is now just barely over 400. She gets up to brush her teeth and finish preparing for bed. The Dexcom alarms... FALLING! … and hope increases that the correction dose will work.

The teenager goes to bed. The mother gets to read her book, but for much longer than she'd intended, staying up until 12:30 a.m., when the blood sugar has dropped to 230-something.

The mother is awakened at 2 a.m. by the Dexcom alarm (which is now, incidentally, spot-on again) and gives the teenager some juice for a bg of 76.

The father gets up at 3:45 to give more juice for a bg of 68.

The family gets up in the morning. The teenager has a bg of 77. They are all tired. They are all grateful for the discovery of insulin. But moreso now for the discovery of caffeine. .

150 All Night

Dexi spent the night making wild guesses.
And I spent the night telling her she was wrong.
First world problems, I know-
But why does she spaz out like this sometimes???

A Break

The circumstances were not great. My daughter and husband ended up traveling without me over Christmas. A local relative needed me close by. They were gone for 3 days and nights during which I spent good quality time including playing many games of Scrabble with the aforementioned relative, caught up on my reading and binge watched HGTV.  It wasn't the worst Christmas I've ever had, nor was it the best.

What was unique about it was going 3 days and nights without diabetes.  This is a luxury my daughter and millions like her may never have.  As a  parent, I've never had it either until now.

The sleep was the highlight.  I can't remember the last time I slept through the night more than 1 night in a row.  Except maybe when I was so sick I couldn't haul myself out of bed anyway.  It's truly amazing what 3 nights of uninterrupted sleep can do for a person.  I felt rested when I opened my eyes.  I felt less scattered. I didn't yawn throughout the day.  I didn't even finish my usual allotment of coffee in the morning.

Perhaps it was a combination of the sleep and the lack of diabetes questions (o.k.- and maybe being home alone), but my concentration improved.  I read for hours without moving from the sofa.  I started and finished a few small projects without jumping between them or leaving them for another day.  I got up, made coffee, ate breakfast, checked the news and left the house without doing a single math problem.

I ate 10 meals without counting a single carbohydrate. I had lunch out without menu negotiations or french fry approximations. I ate a bagel without anyone looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes because she knows they're horrific for her blood sugar and she only indulges about twice a year.  I snacked without making two equal bowls of 12 carbs of crackers to go with the hummus.  I ate at 4 in the afternoon once, and 7:30 at night the next day.

I often wonder where I'd be if diabetes hadn't entered the picture.  This was just a small glimpse of the possibilities.  Evidence shows I'd be well rested.  I'd get more accomplished in a more orderly fashion.  I'd have time to read.  I wouldn't count my food.

I sure missed the kid who has the diabetes though.  I'd give up bagels forever for her.

Why We Look Tired Today

My daughter called from school mid-afternoon yesterday to report a blood sugar in the 300's.  "Correct it and we'll see what happens by the time you get home," I suggested.

"Why do you think I'm so high?  Do you think it's the site?  I can't see it too well."

"Maybe. You've been high lately in the afternoons anyway you know.  Not this high, but let's see what happens. You'll be home in less than 2 hours."  By the time she got home, she was 82.

I didn't think of it again, at least in terms of it being an urgent problem.  I recorded it on the log sheet and vowed to take some time this week to look at the after-lunch time frame.  Her dinner number was good, and after dinner wasn't terrible either.  By 10 she was creeping up to 200-ish, which I corrected.

At 1 a.m., the Dexcom was buzzing.  HIGH.  She was 310 and apparently I'd slept through it's first attempt to alert me.  I got up, confirmed the number, and corrected.

By the time I got back in bed, the wheels were turning.  Was it the site?  Why hadn't I looked at it when she got home?  What else could be going on?  She had some Irish Soda Bread after dinner for which I approximated a carb count, but I can't imagine I was that far off.  We've been changing basal rates overnight and things were starting to even out.  What was with this number?

For some sleep-muddled reason I chose to wait out the correction and see what would happen.

Forty-five minutes later, she was higher with a diagonal arrow up.  I un-snuggled her from her covers and unceremoniously peeled back her pajamas to take a look.

"Ick" is the G rated version of the mumbling which ensued.

I gathered the super-sized flashlight and the site change supplies.  I woke her (which is her preference...I know of people who simply proceed with site changes while their kids sleep).

"You're super-high, sweetie.  I need to put in a new site.  I'm sorry I had to wake you up."

"(Unintelligible mumbles) I'd rather get up and do it.  You can just turn on the light," she said in a disgusted yet somewhat understanding voice.

I got the new site in and operational as quickly as I could and tucked her back in with a kiss.

Now, how to do the "math" to lower the blood sugar?  I'd corrected this number once, but nothing had happened.  The pump now suggested only a small amount of correction because so much insulin was on board.  Some of that insulin had probably been delivered, but certainly not all.  She'd likely missed some basal insulin too from the gunky infusion set.  I looked at the suggested dose and compared it to the total dose the pump told me it would take to drop her back to her target blood sugar. I picked a number in between and pressed 'o.k.'

An hour later, I was still awake but happy to see her blood sugar slowly trending down.  At 3:30, Dexi roused me from my dozing.  "FALLING," she said.  The actual blood sugar was still in the low 200's, but insulin was infusing and doing it's job.  I finally fell asleep.

The story has a happy ending.  Her blood sugar at breakfast was 120.  Now for another cup of coffee.

Important Santa Information Revisited

Santa Knows. We Proved It. (A post from the past, but it bears repeating!)

One Christmas when my daughter was about 4, she asked me what would happen if Santa came down the chimney while she was awake with a middle-of-the-night low blood sugar.

After I'd blinked the tears out of my eyes, I reminded her of a favorite Christmas song.  It's probably the one from which she got the idea Santa would skip over her if she was awake, but I managed to turn it around. "Santa will know if we're awake.  But he also knows everything about you, including that you have diabetes. He'll just visit other houses in our neighborhood first, and come back when you're asleep."

The same conversation has taken place regarding the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, with significant anxiety around the issue.

Should your household have similar concerns, I hope the following tale will provide some reassurance:

On Christmas eve, around 9 p.m., my child was dozing off with a blood sugar of 110.  A check at 10 had her up for juice to treat a 77.  By 10:45, she'd balanced out to a nice 118, and around 11 we were all dreaming of sugar plums.  Yet at 2 a.m., I was rummaging around Grandma's refrigerator for more juice to treat a 79.

We must have been asleep by 3 when my nephew claims to have been awakened by reindeer hooves on the roof.  But at 4:30, I was awakened by my daughter fumbling with her meter in the little guest room we were sharing.  She was 73.  More juice.

We all (magically) fell back to sleep, and when we emerged to the living room around 7 a.m., the stockings were filled!  Santa had come.  Not close to 10, or 2, or 4:30.   Despite so much wakefulness, he knew when we were sleeping, and that's when he came.

Maybe next year, if I'm really good, he'll put on a pot of coffee for me before he gets back in his sleigh.