It’s night time for me, so Scary Diabetes Stories
So I kinda have two. One is about me and the other is about my brother who has it too.
After I was first diagnosed, I had an endocrinologist who was pretty old, probably close to my grandpas age. Well I’m 8 years old, still don’t really get what I have to do besides get shots everyday so my mom handles the Doctor. She talks with the doctor to try and see how to best manage me, like carb ratios and correction factors. Things are pretty good the first visit or two. My A1C is still close to 7 or 8 and my mom is concerned, like a good parent does. The doctor tells her “No, no. Sam is doing fine for having an overprotective mother like you.” This obviously does not bode well, so my mom walks out with me and starts looking for a new endo. We do find one and I keep him all the way up to 18 and me going to college.
Now on my brother’s side, he never really does well managing his diabetes. It may not help that he has ADHD too. My dad never liked needles and blood, so that worked out well after we were diagnosed. I had diabetes about 4-5 years before my brother was diagnosed so my dad knew the signs pretty well. At least I thought he would.
My brother had been spending a weekend at our dads, and they had stayed up late the night before. Dad wakes up and gives my brother his ADHD medicine, and then they both go back to sleep. Now, usually with our mom, he would have checked his sugar with his medicine. When they both finally wake up a few hours later, my brother somehow wakes up, goes down a flight of stairs, walks into the kitchen, checks his sugar and tells dad it is 26. Cue my dad shoving a whole pack of m&ms in him and giving him orange juice. I was not there, as it was my breakfast before graduation for 8th grade and mom was with me too. Let’s just say, my mom walked completely outside and I could still hear her screaming at my dad for what happened.