Ups, Downs, and Opinions

Shortly after M switched to Novolog, she also began lacrosse season, which usually requires a couple of weeks of adjustment.

I am pretty sure that the timing could not have been worse.

Having two major changes in lifestyle make the diabetic body, let's just say, unpredictable.

Her blood sugar was a mess. 32! 595! 31! 536! AHHHHHH!

This change and unpredictability sparked a lot of debate and discussion among those of us who were responsible for M's care.

First it was the DNE, who told me that "insulin is insulin", and that any change that was occurring must have to do with her renewed exercise levels. I disagreed, knowing that we have made this change before, and it was never quite this erratic. I did wonder if maybe M was eating food that I didn't know about, but she assured me that she was not.

Then the school nurse decided to chime in. "You need to get that insulin changed back! Ask the insurance company to change it! They will make an exception if there is a reaction that is detrimental to her health!"

The athletic trainer agreed. "It was not this bad before! It must be the insulin!"

I found these forceful declarations unfair.

I was exhausted. I was checking M's bg levels every two hours around the clock. I was stressed. I was tired. I actually became weepy a work. My coworker suggested that I take a mental health day after she asked me how M was doing, and I welled up at the thought of my daughter and her unpredictable results. I wondered daily which child I would be coming home to: the pasty gray-faced child, or the insane cranky child who felt defensive about her test results.

My diabetic students told me to hang in there; that I was doing the right thing. Monitoring bg levels regularly would give me the information that I needed.

M and I decided to give it a month. After two weeks of bi-hourly monitoring, we adjusted her basal rate rather aggressively, up in some places, down in others.

Happily, after about 4 weeks, we are back within our "normal" range.

But let me tell you, having everyone give me, a strung out parent, different advice just about sent me over the edge. I understood each point of view, and they all reflected my own guesses as to what was going on. I felt defensive any time someone felt that they could give me an absolute answer.

There are no absolute answers, no matter who thinks that just one thing will make a person's body go from insane to normal.

I knew in my gut that it had to be a combination of factors.

And while that reasoning and very careful monitoring paid off, I still feel that it would be inappropriate to tell people that they were only partially right.

Saying, "I am smarter than you are," just seems a little rude.

I may even be smarter than this car!