My friend Reyna and parent of a child with type 1 diabetes wrote a short post yesterday about “Teamwork” illustrating how type 1 diabetes is a “family affair”-she is so right, it IS a family affair. Thank goodness for our “type 3’s” who help carry the load.
The other night I was hit by surprise nausea. I tested and saw a 95 on the meter. I started feeling worse and worse by the second and knew that my blood sugar was most likely going to go lower. Alex brought me 8 oz. of juice and 15 minutes later I was 93.
I felt that this nausea was going to end soon and crawled myself from the bed to in front of the toilet bowl, thankful that I had just cleaned it to a nice white sparkle. Alex helped me clip my hair up and rubbed my back. Dinner of salad greens and chicken was revisited. Alex had the glucagon nearby- just in case and had glucose tablets and my meter ready. Once I felt better I brushed my teeth, had a few glucose tabs, and got back in bed.
And later as I drifted off to sleep, thought about how I felt safe, knowing someone was looking out for me.
Thank goodness for our type 3’s.