While I was in the middle of preparing yesterday’s blog post and recovering from a low BG (the result of overtreating a high BG, itself a result of a Sunday breakfast of delicious pancakes), I heard these words from the next room.
“Daddy, I have a bloody nose.”
When you are a parent with diabetes, these things often – OK, always – happen at the worst possible time. I wasn’t in the most wonderful shape to take care of my kid, but I did it anyway without giving it a second thought. After blotting J’s nose with half a box of tissues, I then turned my attention to cleaning the carpet – rather than quietly and patiently waiting the prescribed 15 minutes before testing again. My priorities: PARENT FIRST, PWD SECOND.
The Scottish government is setting aside a nice chunk of change to provide insulin pumps “for all eligible under 18s with type 1 diabetes”.
That’s awfully nice of them. It’s yet another indication of how woefully inadequate the United States has become when it comes to taking care of its own people.
I’m not going to get political here. But it must be nice to be a Scot….. oh, wait.