Thursday, April 24, 2008
Yesterday he was high all day. Too high. After dinner I was logging his numbers into the book and was grousing about the high numbers that day. My husband asked if perhaps Daniel was sneaking candy because he found Reese's wrappers in his trash can upstairs.
I didn't know, but I didn't think so, because he usually just tags one onto the end of a meal. But we asked him about it and he said, "no, I just think you have to raise my Lantus."
That's when I got a shiver, a cold sweat, and said, "Daniel, I don't think I gave you your Lantus this morning."
He said, "Sure you did, I even commented about where you were giving the shot."
I thought about it. Busy morning. Rush to get to the bus. Prepare lunches. Get Dominic's stuff organized because he had a field trip. Sign a couple of permission slips for Nora. No recollection of Lantus.
"That's why you are so high today. You had no Lantus. I did NOT give you a shot."
Then I got mad at myself for the rest of the night. The upshot is that we're going back to evening shots. Easier to plan for, easier to remember. But Daniel will have to test at 3:00 when he gets home from school to see if he is drifting high. We can handle that addition to the routine. But adding one more thing in the morning is over the top.
P.S., the sucky news I got today when I called my insurance company is that they never heard of Pelikan Sun technologies, so they won't cover the lancets for the new lancing device. Time to start a letter-writing campaign.