Another one of those days that I would have been passed out on the couch (or floor, or bed, or <insert random weird and uncomfortable place here>) but THANK YOU to PC and Yogi Teas and I suppose to an ounce of willpower to NOT screw things up yet once more.

My day started off as complete horse****, all within the first half an hour of waking up.

If you would like more information, keep reading, otherwise DISCLAIMER!!!! Getting personal here!!!!

A little background:

:::My oldest son is 12 and has Type 1 (Juvenile) Diabetes. He was diagnosed two days before Thanksgiving five years ago. I don't know if any of you know much about diabetes, or if T1 and T2 have a lot of treatment similarities, but I would suppose they do, as I also suppose some of the termonology I am going to use is somewhat familiar to those who are familiar to T2 as well as T1... I also have an almost-seven-year-old who probably has a higher I.Q. than I do. (It's not an overstatement or bragging thing, just a fact... my husband and I have discussed how to proceed when our younger son bypasses our older son in schoolwork) I came from a rough background. My husband is my third husband, due to extenuating circumstances. And, on top of it all, my mother, whom I was estranged from for 13 years growing up, lives with us and drinks semi-heavily. :::

SO, on to my angst.

Day started off like any other... alarm going off, I get up and drag myself to the bathroom. As I exit, my 12 yr-old says,"Mom... two bad news things." He proceeds to tell me that A) his insulin pump came unplugged overnight and B) he had large ketones. I asked about his BG... over 400. Meanwhile, younger kid can't find his pants. I tell 1 to try to come eat something with low/no carbs. 2 is struggling with his shirt, which is now inside out with his PJ shirt clinging to the inside, also inside out. I tell 1 that I will take him to school when he has negative ketones. I help 2 get dressed. I practically have to feed 2 cereal while making scrambled eggs for 1. Realizing the time, I dash to the bedroom to inform Hubby that it is 7:30... he has a dental appt @ 8. He's now mad. 1 is sick. 2 is piddling. Mom is trying to say out of my way.

Finally get hubby and 2 out the door and continue to fight with 1's BG and ketones for most of the afternoon. Have to call the Pediatric Diabetes Resource Center to converse with a nurse on how to proceed if what I'm doing doesn't make him better. She says I'm doing all I can, meanwhile 1 is puking in the bathroom. He continues to vomit for the next hour and a half. (Blood turning into acid will do that, I suppose) Blood sugars still over 400, despite corrections for both high BG and for ketones.

Give the poor kid a syringe shot of insulin in case the pump site is bad. Continue pumping him full of water/Powerade Zero to make him pee, so he can get the ketones out.

FINALLY around 2:30, things even out and 1 feels better. Then 2 comes home and has a tantrum because I told him to go out and play in the nice weather instead of hiding in the basement on the computer.

*sigh*

Thanks, if anyone read that.

Now, gonna make dinner and hope the rest of the night is uneventful.

OH, and did I mention that my MIL was in the hospital overnight for anemia ? Or that my hubby's cousin's baby died this morning? Or that my sister called, upset about not being able to pay the rent for 3 months and having a $600+ water bill??? (She has four kids) And yesterday, one of my BFs called to tell me that even WITH chemo, her mom has about 1 1/2 months to live????

YEAH... one of THOSE DAYS.