Sick and Low

Grace has the stomach bug. And so far, we have avoided dehydration and a visit to the hospital. Just for that alone, I should be receiving some sort of medal. She has thrown up only once. It's the other end that's having the problem. And while her body tries to deal with it all, I am trying like heck to keep her blood sugars up and within the lower end of her range.

She spent the entire night last night running to the potty at the end of the bedroom hall. She made it just in time, every time. I want to give her a medal just for that! And you know how it goes, after a while, there just isn't much more to come out. Yeah, it sucked. All of it.

What I know about Grace is that when she is sick like this, and it's only happened once before, she needs a lot less insulin. Like, suspend the insulin. For extended periods of time. And eat, with no insulin coverage. Not that she wants to eat, but whatever she does find appetizing, I don't cover it at all. And it's the one time in life we buy regular soda, as exhibited above. Regular Sprite. She thinks she is in heaven.

And she runs low. Low. Low. Low. Like the 48 you see above you on the lower end of the range that happened today. Yeah, that one required eating a banana and some glucose tabs. Her choosing. Cause when you are low like that, the first thing I ask is 'What would YOU like to eat?' and I let her choose from the list I start reciting:

toast?
banana?
applesauce?
regular soda?
juice?
crackers?
pudding?
glucose tabs? (funny, I list it like it's a food)
sandwich?

And she told me that she doesn't remember the taste of regular soda. I know she had it before her diagnosis. That's what three years of this disease, when you start out at 6 years old, does to a kid. They start not to remember a life before diabetes. While that makes me kind of sad, Grace just said it to me resolutely, without a trace of sadness or remembrance. It just was.