11:30 pm, 3:00 am, 5:15 am

Last night was the holiday party thrown by Matt's office. It was at the Gaylord Hotel & Conference Center, on the new waterfront area built just south of DC. Lovely, HUGE... it was snowing inside the main lobby, just for effect. The staff was fabulous, the dinner was okay, the dresses were fun to observe. Traffic was better than expected both to and from the event, and we got home just in time to hear Nora throwing up in her room. Yeah, it was one of those messy ones.

11:30 pm, 3:00 a.m., 5:15 a.m. It's a tummy bug. I kept telling myself that after the 3:00 a.m. vomit --the one where she told me she was awfully thirsty. I remembered we had been out shopping together earlier in the day and she told me how thirsty she was. (I was as well -- shopping and cold, dry weather will do that to you.)

Nonetheless the monkey in my brain is saying, "Should you go check her blood sugar? How about keytones? How long has she been thirsty? Has she lost weight?" The other part of my brain, the one that truly wants to get some rest is saying, "Shut up. You were thirsty, too. She has a slight fever. It's a tummy bug. The clinical trial people said last summer she didn't have the antibodies in her blood showing diabetes. SHUT UP. GO TO SLEEP."

Maybe I slept. I'm not sure. I've got a field trip this morning with my church kids. I just folded the 11:30 p.m. laundry and am putting the 3:00 a.m. laundry in the dryer. Time to start the day. Sat Nam.

One More Halloween Post

I can't believe I forgot to write about this earlier.

Dominic woke up vomiting this morning, poor guy. On Halloween, too. Matt stayed home with him and I went to work for a couple of hours. We had a half day today; no classes for me, just had to print some paperwork to prepare for the weekend and join in the Halloween parade. Then I came home and took over so Matt could go to work.

Dominic felt much better by the time I got home, and was ready to have some soup. He asked me to look at his arm and see if it was very skinny. I thought maybe he thought he would get skinnier because he threw up.

"No honey, you don't look skinny." I told him.

"I mean like Daniel, when he got diabetes," Dominic said. Daniel was in DKA when he was diagnosed, throwing up for a couple of days. He lost a lot of weight in a short time.

"No!" I told him. "You just have a tummy bug! You are even feeling better, which is why you were hungry for soup!"

"I want to test my blood sugar, just in case." So I got the extra meter that we keep in the car. Dominic was trying to scrape his knuckle to get some blood, but I told him to stop that. We tried using our new Pelikan Sun device (which is not working, thank you very much), but no go on that. So I put a regular lancer on the lowest setting, and Dominic stuck out his finger and shut his eyes. It didn't lance him. We had to turn it two clicks before it lanced him and we could read his blood sugar level.

A perfect 88. Not to worry. Today.

It will be a long night

Daniel packed an overnight bag, a sleeping bag, food for dinner & breakfast, and his diabetes kit to go to a high school lock in at our UU church tonight. He called a little after 10 to say that he threw up, and was afraid of going low because he had bolused for dinner. I had already fallen asleep, so my husband threw on his coat & ran out the door. I came downstairs and got out my "pink panther" diabetes book to make sure I knew what to do.

Hubby called me from the lock in. Daniel had been at 70 fifteen minutes before, and tested again and was at 61. He was trying to sip some apple juice, but was nauseous. Hubby decided to take him to the ER so someone could take a look at him.

I'm waiting for the phone to ring.