Today’s guest blogger is the one and only marvelous Meri from Our Diabetic Life.
Meri has four sons, three of whom have type 1 diabetes, and she writes one of my favorite blogs.
Meri charms me, as she did in the post below. Meri inspires me. Meri amazes me.
Thank you for guest blogging on D-Tales, Meri!
It is summer, and you know what that means...basal tweaking time!
Nothing stays the same in the summer. Do the boys sprout up like weeds because they spend their days in the sun? Is the summer ice cream and pancakes for breakfast changing their metabolism? Are the long bike rides and occasional roller coaster rides spiking their sugars with excitement?
Whatever it is...it comes every year. Tweak. Tweak. Tweak.
Tweaking in itself can be rewarding...when you get results. But when you have to do it X3, and one or two DO NOT respond..well then your reward is going to bed with a banging headache every night.
My 9-year-old was low for the first time in two months yesterday. I guess we are finally getting somewhere!
But I digress...
Determined to get things right, I decided to change my 7-year-old’s basals last week.
"Can you hand me your pump...I need to change your basals."
"WHAT??? I have basals? What the heck is basals?"
I explained that his pump gives him insulin all day long. We call that basal insulin.
"That is totally freaky. You mean I've been getting insulin all this time without even knowing it?"
"Yes...your body needs it. All the time."
"Even when I'm sitting here right now doing nothing?"
"Really, really, freaky." He says.
"And then there is another word that I use with your brothers all the time, 'Bolus.' Every time you correct your sugar, or enter carbs into your pump...that is called a bolus."
"You mean that every time I gave myself carbs...I was giving myself a bolus without even knowing what it was? I am totally awesome!"
I handed him back the pump and he went to the table to pour himself a bowl of cereal.
He looked at me, pump in hand, and asked how many carbs. A quick scan and I gave him a number.
"I'm bOOOOolusiiiiiing!" He says in the uber-cutest-uncanny-ghost-like voice.
"Why are we bolusing like a ghost?"
“Cause my pump is freaky like a ghost...it works without anyone even noticing! I think bolusing will be funner if I am a ghost too."
Why does something that makes no sense...make so much sense?
Regardless...he has been using his ghost voice all over the place around here.
"I'm cheeeeecking my sUUUUUgaaaRRRR!"
"I am loOOOOOOOOooooW!"
"I'm watching TV and I'm getting BaaaaaAAAAAAAsaaaaLLLLL"
Leave it to a 7-year-old boy to make diabetes "funner."