You Catch More Flies With Honey, But Honey Has Its Limits

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You catch more flies with honey

You Catch More Flies With Honey

You might think that the hardest part of T1 diabetes would be the injections.

Or maybe the middle-of-the-night lows.

Or maybe all of the finger sticks.

And yeah, it’s all tough.

But it’s not the worst thing.

The worst part of T1 diabetes is the phone calls.


They’ll drive you right over the edge.

The Grown Son saw the doctor and had blood work in December.

Since that time, he’s made many phone calls to the doctor’s office to ask them to call his prescriptions in to the pharmacy.

They say they’ll do it.

But it hasn’t been done.

Today the Grown Son asked me to make some calls to see if I could make any headway on his behalf.

The doctor’s office told me that they couldn’t call in the prescriptions because he hadn’t been seen in a year.

I took a deep breath.

I reminded myself that you catch more flies with honey.

And I carried on.

“He was seen in December,” I told the lady on the phone, “Which was technically last year but in reality was six weeks ago. Please call in his prescriptions.”

“But he hasn’t had blood work done in a year,” she continued.

“Again, ‘last year’ was six weeks ago,” I kept my cool, “He’s right on schedule with his blood work. Please call in his prescriptions.”

“He needs to be seen every quarter with blood work, otherwise we can’t continue his prescriptions.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied, dripping with honey, “He was seen, with blood work, in September and again in December, and he has an upcoming appointment in March. He’s right on schedule. Please call in his prescriptions.”

It took an eternity for this lady to realize that “last year” was just six weeks ago.

She finally agreed to call in his prescriptions.

I thanked her for her time.

Because you catch more flies with honey.

As soon as I hung up, though, I called her every foul name in the book.

Honey has its limits.



I Won – Find Out How I Accomplished This Amazing Feat!

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I Won!

I Won!

I won this round.

A diabetes mom is always prepared.

Type One Diabetes sucks.

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.


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A Type One Diabetes Mom

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The fun never stops for a type one diabetes mom

Seriously? The fun never stops for a Type One Diabetes Mom.

Seriously? The fun never stops for a type one diabetes mom. Someone needs to think ahead, and it looks like it’s got to be me.

I thought I knew it all about being a Type One Diabetes Mom.

Apparently, I still have some lessons to learn.

Last night I learned that I need to hide some glucose tablets.

I know, I know, it seems counterintuitive to hide this lifesaving measure from the very people who need it the most.

But hear me out.

I have told both Grown Sons, over and over and over, to stay ahead of their diabetes supplies.

If they are prepared, they will never run out.

“Mom I need a glucose tablet,” one of them bellowed late last night.

“I just bought you some.”

“Well, I’m out.”

Seriously? Does he eat them like candy? How can he be out already?

I asked the other Grown Son for a glucose tablet.

He was also out.

This one seems to eat them like candy too.

Neither of them gave any thought to replenishing their supplies.

I had some marshmallows in the pantry, so the problem was solved.

Today I bought a new supply of glucose tablets.

I gave a stack to each Grown Son.

I kept some for myself and hid them.

Someone needs to think ahead.

And it’s probably not going to be either one of them.

Seriously. The fun never stops for a Type One Diabetes Mom.

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Good Girl, Wrigley

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Good girl, Wrigley



August 3, 2005 – August 3, 2021.

Well, we aren’t really sure about her birthdate.

We rescued her on August 3, 2006, and she was about a year old, so we assigned her the birthdate.

The boys were little, and birthdays were important.

Wrigley has been with us for 15 years.

She has seen us through a lot of hard times.

She comforted both of our mothers during their final illnesses.

And she consoled the family after each loss.

She saw the boys through their teen years.

And she helped each of the boys, in turn, adjust to their T1 diabetes diagnosis.

She was the anchor in our family, and now she is gone.

The house feels adrift and bleak without her in it.

We rescued her, but I think that she really rescued us.

Good girl, Wrigley, good girl.

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I Love Them More Than Cookies

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I love them more than cookies


I made some cookies with Easter M&Ms.

It’s a tradition.

However, both Grown Sons are T1 diabetic.

We don’t need that much temptation.

I packed up half of the cookies into the freezer.

The Grown Sons were not amused.

They thought it was a practical joke.

It’s no joke.

I swear.

I love them more than cookies.

Which is saying a lot.

Because I really do love cookies.

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It Used To Be Our Guilty Pleasure

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It used to be our guilty pleasure

It used to be our guilty pleasure.

The Grown Sons and I used to love those soft, frosted sugar cookies from the grocery store.

I haven’t bought them in years, though.

Because diabetes.

Today I found some in a snack pack of two cookies.

A two-pack!!

Of course I bought it.

I was thrilled.

When I excitedly showed the boys my glorious two-cookie purchase, I was met with stark indifference.

“Whatever,” they grunted and shrugged.

I guess I will be indulging in our guilty pleasure all by myself.

Whatever, indeed.


It’s That Time of the Year

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That Time of the Year


It’s that time of the year.

It’s time for our annual insurance renewal fiasco.

It happens every year.

The pharmacy wouldn’t release the prescription.

The birthdate was incorrect.

Excuse me?

We all have the same birthdates we have always had.

Nothing has changed in that department.

They told me to call the insurance company to straighten it out.

This entailed an entire afternoon of phone calls and lengthy holds.

It eventually got resolved in my favor.

I knew it would.

I received an updated text from the pharmacy that my order was ready.

Back I went.

Where the clerk told me they couldn’t release my order.

The birthdate was incorrect.

I took a deep breath.

A very deep breath.

I was about to go full Karen on him.

But then he looked through the computer records and saw that the issue had been resolved.

I got the prescription.

As soon as I got home, the kid remembered an additional thing that he needs from the pharmacy.

I need a drink.


A Fresh New Level of Hell

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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.

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I’ve Been Had

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I've been had


The Grown Son had an order ready at the pharmacy.

He begged me to go and pick it up.

He needs his diabetes supplies right away.

So I went.

However, I hit traffic.

There was a 20-minute stop for road work.

I was tempted to turn around and go home.

But he can’t wait for his insulin.

Eventually I made it to the pharmacy.

I hit the same 20-minute stop at the same intersection on the way home.

And then I got caught in train traffic.

For two trains.

When I told this to the Grown Son, he burst out laughing.

Apparently he knew about the road work.

That’s why he asked me to go on the pharmacy run.

I’ve been had.


The Glory of Watermelon

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The glory of watermelon


We had watermelon recently.

If you don’t have diabetes, you won’t understand the glory of watermelon.

It is a super high-carb fruit, so we hardly ever eat it.

It’s a rare treat.

I only bought a little slab.

I didn’t buy the whole melon.

Because we would have eaten it all.

And it’s really, really, really not good for us.

But oh, it was delicious.

I will dream about that watermelon all summer.

While I’m not eating watermelon.