#Children with Diabetes Halloween Problems

"Mom!  I need help with getting the share going...my phone won't work with the Morph Suit!"  Joe then drummed his red, fabric covered fingers on the counter, to solidify his point.

Joe - as Obama in a red Morph Suit (Halloween 2015)

It's the first year I have not gone with him to trick-or-treat.

Let me explain something to you.  Trick-or-treating is a form of sport to Joe.  He did not want to go with a big group of friends for fear the candy-hander-outers would not give him as much candy if he was associated with a large group.  He also declined an invitation to go with a friend, who is a girl, who is dressing up as a "hot dog", due to the perception the costume would hold back her door-to-door speed.

You know what all of this means, Joe is gonna be out there running door-to-door, in the dark, in a red morph suit, with an Obama mask on, driving his blood sugar down.

Thank goodness for the candy, the Dexcom, and the share.

Not sure the share is gonna do anything but make me stroke out.

He was 86 (diagonal down) before he left...

Don't worry.  He drank 15 grams CHO of apple cider and ate 3 fun-sized Nestle Crunches before he left.

A spooooooky day-in-the-life.

The Use Of the CAPS LOCK Comforted Me

Facilitating independence with diabetes management in the pre-teen years is causing me much anxiety.

Joe was at an overnight hockey camp last weekend.  Camp involved multiple on-ice sessions, a water park visit, and foods Joe does not typically eat.  He spent the night in a condo with 4 of his hockey peers and a "condo" (chaperone) dad.  I stayed in a hotel close by.  I slumbered with my phone in my hand and a watchful eye on the Dexcom Share.

Here is a texting sequence that went down on the first night of camp.  His ability to use the CAPS LOCK button was comforting.

Heart pounding and mind racing...I threw on my clothes, ran through the hotel, ran to my car, drove to the condo and found Joe sprawled out on a bed, surrounded by his peers and the "condo" dad.  My eyes stung with tears.

A vulnerable day-in-the-life.