Well, whatever. We live in the desert. There's no such thing as cold water these days, so I guess a WARM bath it is.
"I want to take a bubble bath."
Okay. Fine. All three of you go take your WARM/BUBBLE baths or whatever. I really don't care. I'm going to make some gluten free pancakes so I can feed you breakfast, and then we're off to the grocery store.
"Hi. It's the library. We have that movie your daughter asked us to put on hold for her."
Oh? She's requesting library holds on her own now? Next she'll be completely in charge of her diabetes or something. Sheesh!
Okay. I'm going to make pancakes, you all are going to take a warm/bubble bath, then we're going to stop by the library, before going to the grocery store.
"I need help with my pump."
"I want braids."
"I don't want braids."
"I want to wear that shirt."
"I want the red plate."
"I want another pancake."
What's beeping? No beeping. THERE IS NO BEEPING ALLOWED.
"I can't find my shoes."
"I want that book."
"MOM!!!!!! She has my special stuffed dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
OH! The meter. Somehow the bolus from breakfast was interrupted...needs another unit. Fine. Point and shoot. Done. This reminds me that I need to stop by my new doctor's office to make an appointment.
Okay. Baths are done, pancakes are done, now we need to swing by the office to grab a card and make an appointment, stop by the library, and go to the grocery store.
Somewhere around....oh, I don't know....three hours since the charade began, we're all in the car.
Of course you are. We've been in the car for 5 minutes. It would have been impossible to have been thirsty 5 minutes ago, while we were standing in the kitchen. I always bring a big cup of ice water when I get in the car, so I pass it back. And they pass it around, arguing about who is getting the longest sip. Eventually I get it back.
"Mom, I'm still thirsty."
"I think I'm high."
Remove sugar stuff from the mom bag -- pass it back. Pass back water.
What is that? I've never seen that on her meter before. Thinking back to somewhere in a manual...ohhhhhh...it means her blood sugar is greater than 600!
SIX (effing) HUNDRED????
"Mom. This feels worse than a normal high. My head hurts. I don't like it. Mom something is really wrong. I feel really yucky."
She's starts crying.
I pull into a parking lot. We're changing the site. NOW. She's arguing. I'm not.
She's having a meltdown. Crying that she's so miserable.
23 units left. At least 12 to prime. Plus I have to fill cannula. And give a correction.
Lord help us.
The other two are falling apart.
I'm on the verge of falling apart.
I was so mad. In that moment, I was spewing four letter words in my mind. I could feel rage seething out of every pour. I wanted wrangle diabetes' neck. I was furious.
I maneuvered over car seats, and crying kids, but got that site in. FOUR UNIT correction. FOUR???? I felt nauseated delivering it.
It took me an ENTIRE morning just to get everyone in the car. And now THIS? A blood sugar of 600+ could KILL her.
Just like that. Life changes on a dime. You think you're moving right along, then BAM!
Fortunately her daddy was close. He was on his way home with an ear infection (okay, maybe we're falling apart). He met us in the parking lot, took her home, and dealt with the rest.
The other two and I pressed onward to make my doctor's appointment, swing by the library, and go to the grocery store.
It's all normal now.
You'd never know.
Except, of course, for the fact that I'm blogging it....AND....we have our endo appointment today.