I probably don't say it enough, but Thank You.
Let's be honest, lately you haven't given me very much to be thankful for.
Do you expect a thank you for the 39 you gave my daughter this summer? Oh that's right, let's not forget that you barely gave her any symptoms. 39 with only slight shakes. No, I won't thank you for that. Keep that one for yourself next time.
I'm also not very thankful for the 504 we saw. Really?!? I would have gotten the hint with a much more subtle number in the 300s. You had to ratchet it up another 200 points, huh? Why? Is it fun for you to see my daughter nauseous and dehydrated? It's not fun for me. Or her, for that matter. So you can shove your 504 up your ...!
But I digress.
I DO want to thank you for Grace's blood sugar numbers over the past two days. Maybe you didn't realize it, but I've had to work yesterday and today, and Grace hasn't started school yet. (If you think you're going to get me to divulge when her first day of school is, you're nuts! That's a secret, and we're going to try to slip that one right by you.)
Grace and her siblings spent yesterday at Grandma's house and today with a family friend. Were you sleeping, oh Diabetes gods? Because if you were on the job, surely you would've given Grace the kind of numbers that would make me regret ever going back to work. But you didn't. Miraculously, she did great. Through swimming, biking, snacking, and people in charge who can only estimate carbs without a scale or much experience.
Have you been on vacation? After a long, exhausting summer of chasing Grace around, giving her lows and highs, sleepless nights for Daddy and me, gallons and gallons of juice, followed by stark increases in insulin use, you seem to be off your game. Maybe tired?
Are you feeling okay? I know you'll be back on your feet soon enough. You'll be back with a vengeance, wreaking havoc in my house.
But until then, thank you for giving us all a break. Who knows, you may decide to be spiteful, and throw my appreciation in my face with some wack-a-doo numbers tonight. But I won't be mad. This summer you taught me to appreciate ever in-range number you give my daughter. You gave me two days that I really needed.
PS - I still hate you. You suck.
The apache wars by paul hutton
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