Warrior Boy's Endo CNP says this is just fine. For his age, WB is right where he should be, in the controlled range for his A1c. Why do I beat myself up about only having dipped below 7.0 once in two years? It just felt so awesome to get below 7. Like I was accomplishing something. Maybe like I was helping my son, when most days I feel so abso-stinking-lutley out of control and helpless. I need to be happy with the little wins, add them up and keep fighting. Much better decision. Let's work with that.
Why was it funky? Not one bg below 220. No matter what.
New site last night, 119 before bed was the last good number we had. Played his heart out all afternoon. Over 2 1/2hours at the park. Freakin ton of insulin. Still 303. An hour later, 270. Not much better. Hated to do it, but we went ahead and tried another new site. Ate dinner. Ready for bed, 189. No good reason. His site looked fine, but goodness, I am supposin' it was not. Hoping to see it all turn around at this point.
Totally having the nephew help me this weekend to make this blog actually function and be pretty. It's a little depressing the way it is.
I am way too tired and way too tired. (Ha, yes I know I said it twice, that is how tired I am,cheese-y tired!)
Overall, WB is doing great. He pays attention and hears everything and interrupted me a few times at his appointment to correct me. I love this kid. He was busy playing DS and busy drawing a medieval battle scene, once he found my marker in my purse, but he still hears all and stops to correct his momma.
Thank you God for my boys. Thank you for giving me the tools I have at my disposal. Thank you for insulin. Thank you for hope.
Christi
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