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I Won!

I won this round.

It’s a 24/7/365 burden, both physically and mentally.

If you’re sick with another illness, the diabetes just gets more complicated.

The T1D Grown Son has recently had a shoulder surgery.

His blood sugars are all over the place.

He’s in pain from his surgery, and he’s exhausted from the diabetes.

So yeah, he’s cranky.

Really, really, really, cranky.

If it were anyone else, I might have told him off by now.

But I can’t because what if it’s a low blood sugar?

Low blood sugar is not an excuse to be a jerk.

Unless, of course, it’s a really, really, really low blood sugar.

There’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.

I gave him the Angry Mom Stinkeye.

He cowered in fear and apologized meekly.

Mom 1, Diabetes 0.

I won.

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.