Most days, C makes good decisions with his diabetes management. I trust him when I’m not around to make the right choices and know what to do. Every once in a while, that is not the case and it’s hard not to let that frustration destroy my day.
Take today for example. C woke at 122. I corrected it and he only wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast. No carbs. He took a stupid sugar-free vitamin sample which was 3 carbs (sugar alcohol) and I did not bolus for it. I had no reason to think that there would be a problem with his blood sugar.
I left work early so I’d have time to take my dog for a run/bike ride before picking them up. While I was out, I got a call from C, “Mom my blood sugar’s 538.” I asked him to retest and he said that he already wiped his hands with alcohol and retested… It didn’t occur to me to ask him what the other number was. My bad. I told him to correct and I’d be there in 5 minutes.
As soon as I picked him up I had him retest with the Ping meter. 206. In a panic, I grab his other meter to scroll through and see that his first number was 296, after that he washed his hands and came up with the 538. I asked him why he wouldn’t have retested at that point realizing that these numbers were way to far apart. His answer was that he wasn’t feeling very good so he figured the 538 was right. Fuck. All I can think of is that he gave way too much insulin for his actual number and I’m panicking.
I get home and I’m trying my hardest to relax and not get in a bad mood about this mistake. I asked how much insulin it wanted to give him when he corrected. 2 units. Huh? I was thinking it must’ve been like 4. So, I check… sure enough it should’ve suggested 4.35 units. Now I’m fucking pissed. I asked him if there had been IOB or what the heck was going on and he’s lost. “I hate having diabetes. It’s too confusing.” was his answer.
This is the first time he has ever said that he hated diabetes.