Reason 589 as to why I hate diabetes (I know I said I was going to try not to blog about this much anymore but this one really got to me). Dilon's class got to have a donut/doughnut? --don't know which spelling is actually correct and when I tried to google it both versions came up, interesting-- anyway dilon's class had a donut party yesterday because they all got 100% on a test or something of the sort. His teacher is usually pretty good with the whole diabetes thing (she is diabetic herself) but yesterday when he asked to call home to see how many carbs it was for his shot she said no. The poor kid had to sit there and watch everyone else eat their doughnuts because she didn't want him to call me. My blood is boiling a little still thinking about it. At least he has a good attitude about everything. He just wrapped it in a napkin and ate it after school.
I'm having another pity party week with all of this. The other night I asked him to make a list of all the supplies we needed from the pharmacy. It really sucks knowing that my 9 year old knows what humalog, lantus, needle tips, ketone strips, bg meters and syringes are. I hate that he knows how to draw insulin into a syringe and give himself a shot. I hate that he has to carry a pack around with him just so he can eat. I hate that he has to have his emergency glucagon kit with him everywhere he goes. I hate that the insurance is telling us they won't cover his insulin (which is a few hundred dollars for a couple months supply) anymore without a doctors note. I hate that he won't eat the grapes that he wants because it means having to give himself a shot. He would rather go without.
But I do love this kid of mine who is fighting this stupid disease I hate. I love that he is patient and cooperative and willing to do what is asked of him when needed. I love that we have the medical supplies available to us. I love that we have doctors who are near us and have the expertise to teach us what we need to know to care for him.
I'm trying so hard to turn my hateful attitude into a positive one with all of this. Things could always be so much worse and I truly do realize that. I just get all grouchy and hateful when someone doesn't let my kid have a donut with the rest of the class.
On a brighter note, there will be no surgery needed on his thumb!! Hallelujah.
Sorry about the downer post. I fell much better now getting it all of my chest. Diabetes sucks, but life is good.
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