Scott and I have been talking a lot lately about how our life is like a war zone. How living with type one diabetes is like being in battle - there’s no predicting what will happen. Every decision you make is life or death. Every second counts. No two days are ever the same and someone is always bleeding. We have definitely been in the trenches lately. If you watch my stories you know our house got hit with the flu. And if you know type one diabetes, you know that the flu and insulin don’t mix. Why? Because you dose the insulin based on how many carbs eaten and when you throw up that foo, you end up with insulin on board and no carbs. And that equals a dead kid. It was two weeks of hell and we are wiped - we had to give an emergency shot of glucagon and then go to ER for fluids and to get stabilized. Came back home, barely holding it together to realize that Oceans sugar storage was completely depleted due to the glucagon and persistent low blood sugars. What does that mean? It means that he was requiring almost no insulin coverage for carbs (but still needed some) And it means that any insulin he did get (even a single drop) made his blood glucose plummet at a dangerous pace. So dangerous that we ended up having to call an ambulance because his blood was crashing so fast. And with no sugar storage the emergency glucagon kit would not work. I know that’s all a bunch of diabetes information that probably doesn’t make sense but let’s just say it was scary. Like your dripping sweat from your pits to your belly scary. Like you can’t stop your hands from shaking scary. Like there’s a gaping hole in your chest filled with hot lava scary. There’s definitely some ptsd in the house. And I guess I just needed a little time away from the pressure of IG. I hope you guys missed me a little bit and I can’t thank you enough for all the support I received through my stories while Ocean was sick. Man, that was one hell of a Christmas. 🤮🤢