Mostly True Memoirs
A FRESH NEW LEVEL OF HELL
They don’t tell you, when your child is first diagnosed with type one diabetes, that the worst is yet to come.
When the boys were minors, I had the situation under control.
I was in charge.
I monitored the insulin, the blood sugar, the diet, the pharmacy, the insurance, the doctor appointments.
Now I need to hand over the reins.
“Don’t you have an endo appointment this week?” I asked the Grown Son.
“Don’t worry about it,” was the blow-off I received.
“But – ”
“I’ve got it covered. Stop treating me like a child.”
Well OK then.
A few days later he sheepishly confessed that he had missed his appointment.
He forgot all about it.
I told him that he would be responsible for the no-show fee.
I made him call the doctor’s office himself to apologize and to reschedule the visit.
“When is your new appointment?” I asked him.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered,” he blustered.
And around we go.
I am completely unprepared for this fresh new level of diabetes-mom hell.