Answers: There's nothing Gina can't do, it's merely harder - and so much more involved. Like playing soccer, or going to the beach. I'm going to hold to be institutionalized the day she go to her first sleepover. We have to bring a snack pod every where we move about. Plus, Gina's 5, and not a great communicator of her symptoms, and we can't rely on her to tell us when she's consciousness high or low, so we live by the clock for snacks and meal. Reminds me of breastfeeding all over again.
I never realize how much I told a cold for granted before. When she's sick, that's probably the hardest piece about diabetes. The diet, counting carbs, monitoring exercise, BS checks, and the other hours of daylight to day stuff is not a huge accord anymore. It's just become a element of our lives.
Gina knows she didn't other have diabetes, but she doesn't remember vivacity before it. It's newly part of who she is.
The hyperglycemia induced doomed to failure temper and hypoglycemic nouns are the worst. A miscalculated meal can manufacture me a rage-aholic or have me go past out.