This weekend we met with the specialist for the first time since the hospitalization. It was actually quite good. The doctor moved Nate from a syringe to the pen, which is fantastic. Nate is becoming more and more independent with his diabetes and it's making me feel so good with this all.
His blood sugar has been in the "zone" all week, with the exception of one day. Saturday, at lunch, his blood sugar dipped low (69). He was pretty out of it while we waited for a table at Red Robin. I asked the hostess for some cheese out of instinct. She looked at me like I was crazy but got me a "bullet" of SHREDDED CHEESE. Was he supposed to drink it? Well, he ate it and still felt like crap, so I went to the bar for some real soda. This time, the bartender looked at me like I was on drugs when I asked for a small cup of soda. I tried to explain to him that my son has diabetes and needs sugar. He got it for me and still looked at me like I was crazy. Don't get me wrong, I get it. Most people don't understand diabetes. Hell, I didn't three weeks ago, but if someone came up to me and said, "Can I get some soda for my diabetic kid?" my answer would automatically be yes. There would be no question at all. I swear, customer service has really gone down the tubes.
Anyway, other than his level dropping a little, we had a great weekend and he's doing so well. Honestly, I have the most resilient kid in the world and he impresses me every day with how he just rolls with the punches. If I could choose characteristics for my kid, I wouldn't change a thing. He is amazing and I am constantly in awe of him.
I love you, Buddy.
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