A Weekend Without Diabetes (sort of)

I left for the long weekend with my sister.  We headed north to our favorite place...to meet up with my parents and spend some concentrated time with them.  No kids.  No husbands.  No distractions.  Oh, and no diabetes.

My parents are getting older (aren't we all?) and we thought it would be perfect timing to meet with them and talk about things like their rental properties and how we can help out with them.  Two locations are vacant at this time.  They would be showing them to prospective tenants and we could learn.

I made sure the fridge was stocked, laundry done, meds picked up and reminders written down. 

I almost forgot but C reminded me to get a birthday present for one of her little friends on Thursday night.  C seemed to be the one in the family who had a busy weekend ahead.  She was excited to be meeting with her new softaball team on Saturday and going to a birthday party on Sunday. 

After making sure everyone was set for the weekend, we left.

I didn't worry...too much.  My husband is quite capable.  It was a pretty light weekend, activitiy-wise.  Kids were healthy.  C's numbers had been just fine.  And honestly, there was a piece of me, deep-down, that was ready for a little respite from diabetes.

Later that night, when we had settled in, I made my good-night call.  I threw each one a kiss through the phone.  I got on the phone with the husband.

"Okay hon...have a great time with the folks.  Everything's being taken care of here" he said.

"Thanks!  I will.  Love you..."

 "Oh, just to let you know," he said, "C has a bit of a fever.  Nothing terrible...100 point something."

 "What?"

 "And she's been complaining of a sore throat."

 Silence.

 "Hon?  Are you there?  She'll be fine.  I just gave her some Tylenol."

 Big sigh.  "I know," I said.  "But I wouldn't have left if I had known..."

 "I know.  But it'll be fine.  I'm glad you're there.  You needed to go."

 "Please watch her numbers..."

Really this was the first illness C has had this entire school year.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt my neck.  It was already in knots.  Had I wished he hadn't told me?  Yes.  Would I have gotten angry if he hadn't told me?  Yes.  Oh brother.

I kept my phone on that night.  I just hoped he'd check her through the night.  Sometimes those fever highs are relentless and need more aggessive correction.  We had been doing so well on her bg averages.  And her next endo appointment is in a few weeks.  Argh.

It was a sleepless night.  This was not what I had been secretly wanting.  That next morning, as I was sipping my coffee and enjoying the view of the bay, I decided something.  I was going to release this anxiety, Lord willing.  I figured why in the world should I feel this tense?  I'm here.  She's there.  Husband's got it covered.  I can't do a blasted thing about her illness right now except to pray, as always.

I looked over at my dear mom and dad.  They were genuinely thrilled that my sister and I were there.  I smiled at them.  All of a sudden, I realized my role that weekend was that of daughter.  Not mom.  Not nurse.  I let it go.

Now and then, throughout the weekend, I'd get a text:  243, corrected and resting...mild fever...not complaining...91,eating dry cereal...267, but coming down.  And so it went.  Things were fine.  The sad part was that C missed out on the fun that she had planned that weekend.  But by Monday when I returned home, she was feeling rested and much better.  So was I. 

A weekend without diabetes?  No.  Not really.  Not ever, really.

My favorite place.

Once, Twice, 3 Times a Flu Shot

I can thankfully say all 3 of my kids received the H1N1 vaccination.  It only took going down to the massive clinic 3 times (okay, really 5, but 2 times don't count!)

We had already received our seasonal flu shots.  And, I had been calling and asking both the pediatrician office and CHLA about availability since mid-August.  Finally these free clinics began happening last week.  I know there's been lots of talk, many articles written, advice from experts, opinions from others---I took it all in and made the decision to get my kids the shot.  I know it's new.  I know some people aren't comfortable with that.  Hey, neither am I!  However, between C's type 1 diabetes and middle C's recent asthma issues (and my affair with breast cancer,chemo included) I was even more uncomfortable in taking the risk of swine flu.

So C and middle C and I went down to get ours last week.  I had driven by the mass of people earlier that day thinking I would just run in and get mine but decided better of the 3 or 4 hours of my time it would take (once).  The kids had a shortened day so we all went back after school and the wait was only about an hour (twice).  Middle C would not be getting the shot that day because of a pesky little cough that had followed 2 days of fever the weekend before (darn).  The workers had it pretty well managed but when we got up to the front of the line, they were really combing through for high risk people.  They were actually turning people away.  I felt badly for these people.  But, when we were all deemed "high risk," I was grateful we got through.

Never a fun thing to get an injection.  And all the diabetes stuff she has to deal with does not make it any easier on her, but C was a trooper.  Only a couple tears.  After she was finished, she held my hand while the nurse gave me my shot...

So fast-forward to this week...

I was bound and determined to get the boys vaccinated too.  My husband would have to fend for himself.  So yesterday was another free clinic time at the same location.  I thought I would out-smart the system and take the boys first thing in the morning and get them back to school, with most of the day spared.  We dropped C off at school and made our way over to the clinic (3rd time).  We got out of the car and headed for the end of the line.  Where was it?  We walked and walked.  People had umbrellas, chairs, bags of food!  Walked and walked.  Still couldn't see the end of the line....Ackkk.  We decided that after school might be a better option.  So back to school.

When C and middle C got out for the day (early day, again!) we made our way back to the clinic (4th time).  No line at all.  We went in without a hitch.  The lady at the first table looked up.  "Back again?" she asked me.  Out of all the people in there, she had helped us the previous week!  I told her we'd be back again in a couple hours for my oldest.  The workers told me that the injections were very limited and when they run out, they run out.  Ug.

Two hours later, we picked up big C and went right back (5 times).  Not a huge crowd.  But soon, the line became long behind us.  We could feel the agitation in the crowd.  The news was being spread...no more injections.  The remainder of people waiting could still get the nasal mist.  But there were no more injections.  Okay, I had made this day revolve around getting all my kids vaccinated and I didn't want to go home without that task done.  I talked to the first screener and explained about our high-risk.  All of us had been vaccinated, except big C.  Just one more.  Several medical people had told us that no one in the family should be getting the nasal mist with the live virus.  A nurse, who seemed a bit more in-charge, overheard me.  She looked at me.  I must have had quite the defeated look on my face.  She said, "Hold on, hold on, don't worry.  Let me see what I can do..."

In the meantime, I told our scenario to the next screener and then the next.  Each time, they tried to direct us to the nasal mist line.  Finally, the in-charge nurse came back and whisked us away to another table.  An injection had been found!!  I was so grateful.  "Thank you," I said.

Strange to have more than half our family listed in the high-risk group.  So thankful to have received the injections.

The Flu Shot

We're getting flu shots today.