Next month we will have had Type 1 Diabetes at our house for 8 years now, so it is not often that Diabetes makes me cry anymore. Last Friday though it snuck up on me and GOT ME AGAIN!
We knew Oakley's pump was low on insulin and had intended to change it Friday morning, but with all the craziness of life we totally forgot. She texted me during school and said that her reservoir was low. This usually means that she has a good 4ish hours before she is completely out of insulin, so I wasn't too worried. She texted me a little later and said, "I seriously feel like I am going to throw-up!" (When your blood is high your body fills with acid and the only way to get it out is to flush it out with fluids, or throw it up. THE NASTIEST THROW-UP YOU WILL EVER SEE!) By then I was in town picking up Laiklie's ski's, so I told her I would head straight there, but I was about 20 minutes away. A few minutes later I got a text that said, "HURRY!!" Which believe me, I DID!
Oakley got into the car, started to cry and crashed! This is the part where I start to cry and could seriously scream to the world - I HATE, HATE, HATE DIABETES!! We made it home just in time for her to throw-up as she walked into my kitchen. We checked her blood 500+, changed her pump, pumped her full of insulin along with a shot in her thigh and then we start the fluids and just wait. My problem Friday is that I didn't have time for dumb diabetes! I had paid for Dallin a ski lesson and he had to be on the mountain at a certain time for it. I stayed home until I knew we would be late if we didn't leave and that's when I called Ryan and told him he needed to come be with Oakley. I didn't dare leave her alone. I had pumped her full of so much insulin that I had no idea what her body would do. I told her to check for ketones (that is the acid level in her body) and text me the result. She texted that the color on the stick was purple.
You can see from the bottle (that she also had to text me because I didn't know what purple meant. ha, ha!) that purple means LARGE amounts of ketones. NOT GOOD!! Luckily her and her daddy babied her blood until they got it down which also brings the ketones down. By the time I got home that night she was back to normal. We say all the time that atleast diabetes is a disease that our girl can LIVE with! But days like Friday make it SO HARD to watch her do it!
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