5:18 am - no signal on his CGM.
I should check him. If he is high, there is plenty of time to correct; a little over 5 hours. I was careful not to wake him. He needs his sleep; especially today. I lifted his ring finger and pressed the lancing device firm to his finger tip, hoping to avoid the need for multiple pokes to get a blood drop. He was 386. Not a great number. I corrected and plodded out of his room and down the stairs.
Was the ringing tinnitus? Or his POD? I went to the bottom of the stairway and didn't hear anything, so assumed it was me and my aging ears.
5:38 am - Joe came down the stairs. The ringing was his POD; it failed. The beeping from the POD woke him. He's up. It's game day. It's State Championship game day. I hate diabetes.
Joe changed his POD. We bolused for the portion of the correction not given, due to the failure. Joe ate; bolused for that too.
Around 8am - BG remained 386; a correction was given. There was still 3 hours until game time.
9:30-ish am - BG 156. Two juice boxes (44grams CHO) were chugged in the car en route to the rink.
10:10 - BG 171. Skittles (a fistful) was consumed.
10:50 - BG 263. A good place to be for Joe to play the game.
All this work. *sigh*
All this work...he endures daily.
He went down in the first eight minutes or so of the game. His hip had been an issue the prior week. It popped while he was skating and he went down. The game was paused, while he removed himself from the ice. He hobbled off the ice, off the bench, and into the locker room. When I got to him...tears. He was removing his pads; they were forcefully chucked into his bag. Win or lose, more than anything else... he wanted to be playing with his team. He watched the remainder of the game from the bench. His team was the Runner Up for the State of VT; they lost the state championship 2-1.
I wish I didn't feel like this. I wish I could just write that we've got this. I wish I could say we are warriors and nothing gets us down. Frankly, I'm disappointed for him. And. I feel a bit bitter. He endures enough...just to get to the stupid game. Sorry.
His blood sugar after the game, after all those carbs and then not skating...126. Nice.
Kinda pissed off about the day-in-the-life.