I was speaking to my brother-in-law, Janek, when I felt “that” feeling. If I was the actress on a movie set, my hair would have started to stir and billow around my face, the lights would have been flickering, complete with bats squealing and their wings flapping against my window. When it comes to Lance and his levels, I have learnt to just ” know.” I could be M. Night Shyamalan’s muse…
I can be totally engrossed in something that doesn’t concern Lance-once he is asleep and “safe” I tend to unwind a lot-yet all of a sudden I can experience this sensation of unsettling dread. My heart starts to pound and my saliva stores completely dry up. I’ve tried so many times to convince myself not to act on it, but frighteningly enough, I have a decent success rate.
Whilst I sat on the edge of the bed watching the countdown, I discovered that I was holding my breath. Sure enough, Lance’s breathing was very shallow.
Lance was 9.4mmol/L at 9.30pm.
I reached for the glucometer, told Janek that I would “Be right back” and went to perform a test.
3.2mmol/L.
This is getting beyond a joke…
He’d had a fabulous dinner, carbohydrates galore, Low GI recipe..I was content and happy that we would have a troublefree night. I jinxed it by assuming everything would be okay.
I sat a drowsy and wonky Lance up in his bed, and told him he needed to drink for me. It’s pointless telling him that he is low or hypo, because he will simply roll over and tell me that he isn’t. If I say it’s “for me”..he will oblige..just.
He sucked down an apple juice.
He has now shot up to 10.4mmol/L.
That “feeling” has conveniently disappeared now.
If this pump wasn’t a reality, I really don’t know what I’d do. All of the extra injections, extra fingerpricks…even though I’m not receiving them, these constant ammendments and re-checking are exhausting, and emotionally draining.
The blessing of it all is that Lance remembers NOTHING the next morning.
As appreciative as I am for the marvel that is insulin, and the fact that I have a fridge full of it, I am fighting a mammoth battle to help Lance’s blood sugar levels remain out of the 20mmol/L zone. It’s associated with his intense growth spurt, and according to his endo, I have to fight “tooth and nail” to keep his control as tight as possible. It’s virtually impossible at this point in time to achieve this!!!
The Pump. It HAS to help.
