“Mom, I’m so thirsty.”
Uttered by my middle son this evening, these four little words made by blood run cold. Only because, a few minutes earlier he has also said “I feel like I’ve had to go to the bathroom a million times today!”.
Please no please no please NO.
I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. As I was trying to recall if I’d observed any other symptoms lately, my mind was simultaneously jumping ahead to life-with-diabetes x 3. As I was sitting with him I started to feel more and more stressed, and so suggested that I needed to check his blood sugar NOW.
The mere mention of poking his finger reduced him to fearful tears, and pretty soon he was asking me if he was going to get a pump too. Whoa, bud, let’s not go there yet. Managing his mini-freak-out helped me get over my own anxiety enough to let him go to sleep before I poked him. (Not even a flinch, by the way.)
And that was the longest 5-second meter countdown EVER.
No diabetes tonight.