Well, on December 30, my wife was bugging me to check his sugar. I had checked them both about 9 months ago, and they were fine. Both were in the high 80’s. I checked him, and he was 454. I was horrified, and made him wash his hands, I washed mine, 454-ish again. We got his pediatrician on the phone, used my wife for a base, she was 86. He was 525 this time. The pediatrician said to take him in. I stopped everything to let him eat, he was hungry. I knew in the back of my mind that he was in trouble.
I checked him after eating the sandwich, and he was too high for the meter to read. He and I left immediately. My wife took my 5 year old to a friends, and we spent the last 3 days at Egleston Childrens Hospital. He is a type 1.
He was so depressed last night. He is doing better today. He has his Novalog pens, I saw my first ones at the education classes, I knew he would like them. I am getting some for myself. We are going to get them for Lantus injections as well. He is doing much better today. He is seeing that other than a few shots a day, not a whole lot is changing for him. He is so young and strong and in such good shape, he is an outside kind of young man. He was caught and diagnosed so quickly, he hasn’t had time to suffer the damages that I had to endure in order to finally get checked.
Blessings come in different, sometimes unimagined ways. If I had not already been a diabetic for 15 months, I would not have had a meter on hand, nor would my wife have noticed his symptoms. Thank God. If that is why I became a diabetic, then it is worth every minute of it in order to help my son.
We all know what could have happened if he had continued being undiagnosed, and went out of town like he and my wife had planned for the weekend.
I taught him a new word, I may have seen it here first, likely I did. He and I are now diabuddies. He loves that.
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