Please excuse me while I kick myself.

Ug.  Here it is 12:36 AM and watching his bg.  It is stuck around 250.  Why?  Because I accidentally turned off the basal rate for two hours.   I don't even remember doing it.  Caught it,  but still.  Kick kick. ...

It has been a long day to start with.   First,  pump had to be changed this morning right before school as I knew something was not right as his bg climbed fast after breakfast and no normal small dip as I corrected his bg am hour before.   Sent him to school with his cgm and prayed some insulin had gone through with his breakfast.   I warned school to be on the lookout.   Got the call 1 hr later.   High.   Since no ketones and I had changed out the omnipod after breakfast, correction.  Needless to say.  He had to come jome and stabalize.  It seemed to take the whole day to come down.  

Finally, good again and mom flubs it up. I am paying dearly now.   Time for another check and correction as I was leaning in the side of caution with my earlier corrections I don't want a night time hypo. 

Nite.......well, maybe

Best poem I have ever read

She walks down the hallway in silence so deep,Keep watch over him, as her little one sleeps.With meter in hand, she opens his door,Making sure not to wake him as she crosses the floor,She sits on his bedside and brushes his hair,As he dreams of shooting baskets, without a "D" care.She holds his hand softly; his fingers so small,As she watches and wonders why "D" came to call.While she watches him sleeping, so peaceful and warm,The forces inside him fight a constant "D" storm.Will he ever be free of shots and blood testing?She sits and she wonders as she watches him resting.The beep of the meter breaks the silence of the night;A small drop of blood tells if everything's right.The seconds count down to the final display,I hate this damn meter; i want to throw it away.The number is fine, one down, a lifetime to go,As he turns in his sleep, will he ever know?Why does this "D" happen to someone so small?My son is my hero, but my baby most of all.She turns at his doorway, looking back one more time,It's a nightly routine of the very worst kind.She walks down the hallway and time passes by,As she sits in dark silence and quietly cries.I have to stay strong, and for him i will fight,We'll battle this "D" with all of our might.I'll teach him to master and conquer this foe,This "D" will not stop him, i promised him so.Gary 2001

Visit Gary's website and read more of his poetry www.diabetespoetry.com.

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Morning blood sugar check.