SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME...

I HAD AN I.E.P MEETING THIS MORNING AT THE KIDS SCHOOL SO I DECIDED JUST TO TAKE THEM WITH ME RAHTER THAN SENDING THEM ON THE BUS.

WHEN WE GET THERE... I SENT THE KIDS ON THEIR WAY TO CLASS AS USUAL AND I STOP IN THE OFFICE TO FIND OUT WHERE EVERYONE IS MEETING. NO BIGGIE!

I HAD BEEN IN THE OFFICE FOR ABOUT FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I NAILED DOWN A LOCATION.

THEY DECIDED TO MEET IN A CLASSROOM SO I SCURRIED ON MY WAY.

HOWEVER...

ON MY WAY THERE... I SPOT A CURLY HEADED BLONDE LITERALLY WALKING IN CIRCLES LIKE A ZOMBIE(WTH??).

ACTUAL PHOTO OF ACCUSED ZOMBIE

 AS I WALKED UP... I ASK "JUSTIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

ZOMBIE LIKE CHILD PROCEEDS IN ANOTHER CIRCULAR PATTERN AS IF I HAD SAID NOTHING.

I REPEAT(NOW STANDING RIGHT BESIDE HIM AS HE CONTINUES HIS CIRCLE)... "JUSTIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

CRICKETS... STILL A ZOMBIE... STILL WALKING IN A CIRCLE.

FINALLY, I GRAB HIS ARM AND ASK HIM AGAIN.

HE SNAPPED OUT OF IT, BUT HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS DOING.

HE HAD ALREADY BEEN TO THE CLASSROOM AND WAS SUPPOSE TO BE GOING TO THE MEDIA CENTER TO HOP ON I-STATION(I FOUND THIS OUT LATER).

I DRAGGED HIM TO THE NURSE TO CHECK HIS BG AND HE WAS 145. DEXCOM SAID 262.

IS THIS NORMAL?? COULD IT HAVE BEEN A HUGE DROP THAT CAUSED THIS.

I'VE SEEN HIM "ZOMBIE OUT" BEFORE, BUT I'VE NEVER FOUND HIM... ALONE... WALKING IN CIRCLES.

BRINGS ON A WHOLE NEW MEANING TO THE NIGHTMARE I HAD A FEW WEEKS AGO.

SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!

THE GUESSING GAME...

A FEW WEEKS AGO I WAS READING... (SHOCKING I KNOW).


I WAS GETTING ALL CAUGHT UP ON MY FAVORITE D PEEPS WHEN I CAME ACROSS THIS POST BY NICOLE.


YOU SEE... JUSTIN DOESN'T ALWAYS FEEL HIS LOWS. MOST OF THE TIME HIS ACTIONS ALERT ME(OR HIS TEACHERS) TO A POSSIBLE "PROBLEM".


THING IS... I OFTEN HEAR PWD'S SAY THAT THEY KNOW WHAT THERE NUMBERS ARE BEFORE THEY EVEN CHECK.


WHY CAN'T WE(MEANING JUSTIN) DO THIS? IF WE(JUSTIN) COULD... MAYBE WE(OH, YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN) WOULD CATCH IT DROPPING WHEN IT HITS 80 RATHER THAN 39. JUST SAYIN!


SO... AS I AM READING NICOLE'S POST~ SHE TELLS ABOUT A GAME SHE PLAYS WITH CARA. IN THIS GAME, THEY WOULD ASSES HOW SHE FEELS AND GUESS THE NUMBER OF HER BLOOD SUGAR BEFORE SHE TESTED. GENIUS!! WHY CAN'T I THINK OF SUCH THINGS??


THIS WOULD MAKE JUSTIN HAVE TO THINK ABOUT HOW HE FEELS AND MAYBE HELP HIM START RECOGNISING THE FACT THAT HE'S DROPPING BEFORE HE'S TO THE POINT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE HAS TO NOTICE FOR HIM... RIGHT?


TONIGHT... WE FINALLY TRIED IT. HE CAME IN THE ROOM AND SAID HE "FELT FUNNY" ABOUT 30 AFTER DINNER.

ME~ HOW DO YOU FEEL?
J~ JUST FUNNY
ME~ LET'S GUESS, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR NUMBER WILL BE?
J~CAN I HAVE A RANGE? (SMART KID RIGHT?)
ME~ SURE!
J~ UM! FIFTY TO FIFTY NINE
ME~ SO IN THE 50'S?
J~ YES!

CLICK-POKE-BEEP... 51


NICE! (NOT THE NUMBER... JUST THE FACT THAT HE WAS RIGHT).


LATER ON, BEFORE BED, WE PLAYED AGAIN.


JUSTIN'S GUESS... 100-120 (HIS RANGE WAS A LITTLE WIDER THIS TIME)


ACTUAL RESULTS... 100 EVEN.


DAMN... HE'S KINDA GOOD AT THIS, I THOUGHT. SO WHY CAN'T HE FEEL HIS LOWS?? CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT TO ME?


ANYWAYS... THINKING I WAS ALL SMART(WELL, NOT ME, NICOLE) I POSTED WHAT HE DID.


WELL SHIT!!!!


ALL KINDS OF D MAMAS DO THIS...  HALLIE, MERI, HEIDI, HEATHER, KRIS, JUST TO NAME A FEW. WHO KNEW? AND WHY DIDN'T ANYONE LET ME IN ON THE SECRET? OR AM I JUST REALLY THAT SLOW? (DON'T ANSWER THAT!)


ALL I CAN SAY IS... THANKS FOR LOOKING OUT FOR ME NICOLE!!


AND... TO SHARE THE LUV. HERE I AM. RE-POSTING ABOUT "THE GAME". JUST IN CASE THERE IS ONE MAMA LEFT THAT IS SLOWER THAN ME ;0) ANYONE? ANYONE?

 ON A SIDE NOTE: HE WAS ACTUALLY HAPPY TO PLAY THE GAME... IT MADE ME SMILE. IT'S NOT OFTEN YOU GET TO HAVE FUN WHERE D IS CONCERNED. GOTTA TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET.


LETS JUST HOPE THAT THIS HELPS IN OUR QUEST TO CATCH OUR JUSTIN'S LOWS. 

SUM IT UP SATURDAY...

I've missed the last few Wednesdays, which means I have also missed Wassup Wednesday. I am not exactly sure where my week goes these days. I have even forgot to enter like the last FOUR Sugar Bolus Giveaway's... HELLO... FREE STUFF...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???


Speaking of Sugar Bolus... Check out this weeks giveaway, hosted by the beautiful Jen @ I am your Pancreas.



Anywho... I'm sitting here, it's 2am and I can't sleep for the second night in a row. SO, seeing as I missed "Wazzup Wednesday" once again... I figured I would give "Sum it up Saturday" a whirl and see how it goes.

Hey, I have come up with some good shit a 2am when I can't sleep. Remember Dear Juicy Juice?

And, if all goes well, maybe I will create a fabulous "Sum it up Saturday" logo. Just in case Wednesday sneaks by me again.


-First up... by popular demand(aka: 1 or 2 people asked me) I am going to share the story of the finger in my last post.

It was a dark and stormy night... lol, I'm just kidding.

Actually, it was a total blond, sleep deprived, trying to multi-task, finger in the wrong place at the wrong time moment.

You see, I was filling up the cartridge with the liquid gold so that we could do a site change. We've(aka me) been having some bubble issues lately and I was flicking repeatedly at said cartridge while mindlessly looking for something sturdier than my finger to use; so I could give those relentless, stubborn ass bubbles a good whack.

Unfortunately for my finger... I missed the cartridge and flicked the point of the large ass needle instead. OUCH!

That dang needle slice a cut on my finger that is just shy of a half inch long. Seriously! I know it doesn't look that bad in the picture, but it actually wrapped around the side. I'm lucky I didn't loose a digit :} (J/K on that last part)

It hadn't occurred to me, but you could cause some serious pain with those suckers(why are they so big anyways?).

So that's my story... in all its glory.


-Another thing that I have been wanting to share for a while is the Life for a Child Campaign. There are several ways you can help save the life of a child with T1D. You can read all about it by visiting Wendy at Candy Hearts.

-For the past week or so, I have been trying to become a better "twit". I think I have it half figured out. This all came about because I wanted to keep up with JDRF Government Day in D.C.
 Hallie had the chance to attend the event; along with several respected PWD bloggers. Keep your eyes on The Princess and the Pump to hear all about Hallie's experience.


AND... if you are a fellow "twit", be sure to stop by and say hello to me @rockinDmom.

Another pretty cool thing I did this week was tune into the Diabetes Social Med Live on Blog Talk Radio.

To learn what DSMA Live is all about... go HERE.

In short... questions are asked that spiral off into conversations and stories. I laughed a little and cried a little while listening to some of them. It was really neat to hear the voices of some of the PWD bloggers I follow. They rarely sound like I imagine :)

One exciting moment of the show was when Justice called in. He is one super sweet kid. Very mature and polite. Not sure if you know this, but Justice holds a special place with us because he shares a dx date with Justin. His Mama's not so bad either ;p (lol).

While all this is going on... all of the listeners are chatting away with their own thoughts and stories... It was a great experience and I cant wait to tune in next Thursday.


Well that's it for this post...

Until next time :)

DON'T FLICK THE NEEDLE...

NO SERIOUSLY... DON'T BECAUSE THAT SHIT HURTS!!!

BATTLE WOUNDS OF A DMAMA!!

Today I feel like the old me...

THAT'S RIGHT! I FEEL IT... THE OLD LORA, THE ONE I MISS.

I HAVE A SMILE ON MY FACE AND I CAN FEEL THE SMILE BACK FROM EVERYONE I HAVE TALKED TO THIS MORNING.

IT FEELS SOOO GOOD TO BE BACK... EVEN FOR JUST A DAY, IF THAT IS ALL I GET.

YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHERE I FOUND MYSELF(OR MAYBE NOT).

WELL...

I BLAME THIS WHOLE SPHERE OF VIVACITY
ON A WONDERFUL DAY YESTERDAY.

I HAD AN EARLY HAIR APPOINTMENT SO I "SADLY" HAD TO OPT OUT OF WORKING YESTERDAY. I HAVE NOT HAD A QUIET DAY OFF IN SOME TIME (BY QUIET, I MEAN NO SWEET KIDDO'S THAT I WOULD NEVER NEED A BREAK FROM... EVER)

OKAY, BACK TO ME...

SO I GOT ME DO DID AND THEN I DECIDED THAT I WAS GOING TO TREAT MYSELF TO AN AWESOME GREEK CHICKEN PANINI FROM A PLACE CALLED DASILVAS.

YUM!!! I HAVE NOT HAD ONE IN SO LONG.

I SPENT SOME TIME LAUGHING WITH SOME GREAT FRIENDS OVER PICTURES (THIS WAS THE BEST... THANKS GIRLS).

I FED THE KIDS LEFTOVERS (DON'T JUDGE ME).

I WENT TO WALMART(WHAT CAN I SAY... I AM EASILY ENTERTAINED).
 NO PRESSURE...
NO D DRAMA...
NO WORK...
JUST RESTFUL...

TWAS A GREAT DAY!

IF YOU NEED ME... TONIGHT YOU CAN FIND ME CURLED UP ON THE COUCH. I HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT DATE WITH MY MOST FAVORITE KIDDO'S IN THE WORLD.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!

Get out of my nightmares...

Alright... that's it! I can't even get away from D in my dreams nightmares. What ever happened to a good ol' monster chase or a crazy clown trying to get ya?

You remember Steven King's- IT?

I don't sleep much... ever(raise your hand if you do right?)! And last night's volume of lethargy was on the side of less than I fancy. It was one of those nights, when your either being aggressive with a high or rotting teeth while treating a low.   


So last night's poison was the pain in the ass high that would not succumb to my mad rage bolus skills. NOPE... THE D HAS THE PMS(THE BIOTCH IS ON MY SCHEDULE NOW!)

ANYWHO... 454 at 1am is not my idea of fun. So I shot him up with some of the liquid gold thinking that I totally fucked up that "swag" on the Strawberry Short Cake. Then I set my alarm for 3am.


At 2:30am I jump up in a full panic... I had JUST pulled my zombie like son out of a four lane highway full of traffic. It was like a movie... He was suppose to be at school. From the outside, I watched him wonder around in no apparent direction. Then he went through a fence and suddenly ended up on the highway. Then I was in the movie with him... I noticed him as I was driving down the highway. 

This dream nightmare was vivid. I remember going into the office yelling after I treated his low and brought him back to the land of the living. I remember the office staff acted as if they couldn't have done anything to prevent this. "What's wrong with you people" I said. 

Never mind that my kids school is inside the neighborhood and no where near a  four lane highway. Nor did I recognize the office staff(we have awesome office ladies btw).


So while I was up I decided to go ahead and check. Beep. Poke. Suck. Beep. Beep. Countdown... 377. Okay, total opposite of the low my suckity dream had me prepared for. Insert rage bolus and set alarm for 4:30(only brought him down to 254 btw).


I think I fell asleep around 3:15. I fell back to sleep thinking about that dream. I woke up this morning thinking about that dream.


I keep wondering what the crap it was about. Am I so consumed with stress and fear that I have to dream about it too?


Give me the clown any day... I don't want to see my son in danger anymore. Even if it IS just a dream nightmare.

I know - I know... I'm loosing it!