115

It was 115 this morning.  Not 1:15 am - his blood glucose.  Phew.

I was asleep when Kim came home last night, as she generously offers a couple of times a week.  So when I finally shake the cobwebs & trudge downstairs at 3:30 it always hits me like a ton of bricks.  Before I proceed getting ready for work, stop to check Bg's.  I'm a zombie about it by now - MUST CHECK BG's.

Let me confess that I still haven't settled on how to write out the phrase "blood glucose"- that's what it is, but it isn't a proper title, so it probably shouldn't be capitalized; blood may be a thing, but it is not a Thing.  Also, should there be an apostrophe?  No.  It isn't really pluralized "blood glucoses".  And the whole thing is short for "blood-glucose level", which is a comparison measurement, but the final dividend is simply a number.  And still, to just shorthand it "bg" seems to understate it's significance to our lives and our son's health.  So, for now I lean towards "Bg's", it's not perfect, but neither am I.

So I come down the stairs, and in the time it takes to insert the strip, wait for the beep, then tiptoe in to get this morning's readings, the same Choose-Your-Own-Adventure list always pops up: What if he's a little high? Breakfast's only 4 hours away, but what's "a little high?"  What if he's crazy high and there's no obvious pizza/pasta trigger from the night before?  What if he's crazy high and needs a pump change, or it has an air bubble.  What if he's through-the-floor low and I can't wake him up enough to pour a quart of apple juice down his gullet?

Now do this every day. Every time he's been out of our hands for a few hours.  Get home from school?  Check Bg's.  They were at home with a babysitter?  Check Bg's.  Boys visiting Camp Grandpa?  Check Bg's.  It's exhausting for us - I can't fathom how tedious for him.

Today it was right down the fairway.  Tomorrow, who knows?  Choose your own adventure.