Lows are now plaguing our days and nights. Lows are seeping into Joe's school days.
This morning, as we hopped into the car for his 6:45 a.m. high jump practice...
"I backed off your breakfast ratio...hopefully you won't go low this morning."
"Are you missing a lot of class ... with all these lows?"
"No. I just go back to class after I treat."
"Don't you worry about not doing your best work?"
"The way I figure it, some work is better than no work."
I didn't want to point out the time his science notebook was marked as incomplete, due to a week of lows and his going-back-to-class-low-plan lead to things not being glued into place, because in his hypoglycemic state...he "forgot" to use glue. In elementary school and on up through 5th grade, Joe would stay in the Health Office until his low came up. This go-back-to-class-low is somewhat new territory for us.
I realize at some point in his life, maybe it's now, he should carry-on if he feels OK. Life doesn't just stop and stand still during those 15, or more, minutes it takes to get back to euglycemia.
The day-in-the-life continues no matter what number he is.