Hes at 10 right now. Miles that is.
We have a ton of issues with managing bgs during this craziness. He goes low we carb up he goes insanely high. He starts out fine doesnt go low ends up high.
Thanks to Reyna (shes not a doctor so no it aint medical advice) we prevented the post JAWS high!
As long as Js in range after JAWs we bolus for the huge amount of carbs consumed. I watched the trend on Dex before doing so and he was creeping up. But we stopped it.
But...what occured before that scarred me. Tore my heart in two. Made me hate the world and hand we were dealt.
J exited school at a gorgeous 105. Dex read 106 flatline. I decided to carb him up with a cereal fruit bar from Trader Joes 24gc, a juice to quench his thirst and boost him fast.
15 minutes pass. We are waiting for JAWS to commence.
114 flatline. Finger poke 104. Sigh. Ok.
Give him a 7gc organic chocolate and said a prayer.
I reminded him we check bg and Dex every 3 laps. He was off.
He always runs. He only walks towards the end of the lap to slow down for check point.
3rd lap. Dex 94 flatline. Finger poke 73. Fuck.
''Ok bud we gotta get that bg up before you go, which means a 15 minute wait and theres only 20 min or so left. Should we leave?''.
Chewing tabs, hangs his head in sorrow, "whatever. Lets go".
As we are walking out and I start rattling off next weeks game plan for him to reduce basal at 2pm and carb up then instead of right before, he says:
"Whatever. Im done. I QUIT JAWS. DIABETES YOU WON THIS BATTLE".
I of course fight back the tears, and tell him no way has D won. We WILL make it work. I promise.
I felt like such a shitty pancreas. A shitty liver too huh? The look and hurt on his face is one I will never forget.
I couldnt make it better. I couldnt take it away.
As I looked back at the kids, and JAWS and at the meter I just kept saying "No way is this battle over, not on my watch".
J is ready for next week. As am I.