Welcome Folks, to the continuing Diabetic Partner Follies, our special “revue” of what life is like from the other side of the glucose meter. Partners and loved ones are encouraged to share their experiences — good, bad, or otherwise — with the community. (To submit your 2 cents, email me here)
This week, I received an email from Kim W, wife of a Type 1 in Ohio “aka the Blood Sugar Police.” She writes: “After reading Anna Q’s submission, I thought I would write in and share.” Here’s how it is in Kim’s world at the moment:
tossing and turning woke me, and of course being me I am still awake mostly
because I want to make sure before I go to sleep that our low is corrected and
mostly because I am frustrated after this last low. I decided to come online and
find someone like me that I could talk to. My husband is 33 y/o, has had
diabetes for 23 years, and is an insulin pumper. Since we have been on the
insulin pump (just over 4 years) we have had an increase of hypoglycemia.
Reasons for this being that my husband is 1) extremely active — plays soccer,
works out insanely, is a registered nurse and runs around at work for 12 hours a
day when he’s there, 2) is a big control freak, as he should be, however I wish
he would realize he doesn’t always have to have a blood glucose between 120 and
150 when it means that he is also taking the risk of also having a blood sugar
of 30. I wish he could be a little less controled for safety.
hypoglycemia has become ever so present lately, I feel so frustrated with him.
Tonight for instance, I woke up to him tossing and turning in our bed, so I did
the forehead test (usually hypoglycemia = sweaty forehead) and of course it was
wetter than ever. I nicely asked him to get up and check and of course as it
usually goes he made excuses about it being hot…etc., etc. Finally I had to be
very firm and aggressive to get him up to go check and of course he was horribly
nasty about it. Of course I was right (I don’t know how I know but I just know,
I feel it in my gut) and we had a blood sugar of 30. I asked him to eat a tube
of glucose gel, (because it works the fastest and the best), but he chose to eat a
granola bar instead, and the gave me tons of attitude when I made him stay up to
recheck. Some people might say something to the tune of “well why can’t he
manage it himself” but they don’t get that with a blood sugar of 30 he
can’t make appropriate decisions about his own care. I know the low blood sugars
affect his thinking and attitude, but sometimes he makes me so angry I just want
to wring his neck! Sometimes I want to call 911 when we are having a low, just
so I don’t have to be the bad guy and because I don’t want to be the one treated
like crap when I am taking care of him, and sometimes I want to call because I
don’t want to be the one to deal with it again all by myself. In the end he’s
always sorry and I know he has no idea what he’s like when a low blood sugar
occurs, but it’s still hard. Does anyone else feel this way?
– Kim W.