So I have just swatted a total of several dozen flies in my house. And the amazing thing is.. There are dozens more. My family came for dinner and hanging out last night and the flies joined in. How many flies have you swatted recently?
And then there's this. A couple of weeks ago I took Sam down to Primary Children's Hospital where we saw a pediatric Gastroenterologist . While there, the doc went over the blood work that was done on SammySamSam when he was having the explosive bloody noses. He mentioned his blood sugar was 64. It occurred to me that maybe his blood sugar could be a cause of some of the crazy times we have with Sam that cause him to act as if he were having a hypoglycemic episode. Hmmm.
Last Tuesday night was one of those times. Sam was crazy boy. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't stop crying, he wouldn't stop fighting and arguing. So I suggested we test his blood. He freaked out. I don't know why. I mean it's just a poke and a little blood. Honestly. Just let me poke your arm and get a little blood. After some time and a couple of bribes, he accepted the $5 and candy bar bribe and held out his arm for the poke. We tested. His blood sugar was 26. Now I would be on the floor needing an injection of glucose at that point. Sam said he felt fine. So he ate the candy bar and a ham and cheese sandwich and I called the doctor in the morning.
The appointment was for Friday afternoon. We tested his blood before breakfast, after school, at dinner and at bedtime. His blood sugar dropped around dinner time each time. At the doctor appointment we talked about other signs of type 1 Diabetes. She then called an Endocrinologist to see what they would recommend. The recommendation was to draw lots o' blood and see if he was predispositioned for Diabetes. They can look for anti bodies that would eventually attack the insulin when it's secreted which would then cause type 1 Diabetes.
They took 5 vials of blood from this boy. I remembered when I was 12 and going to the hospital every month to have blood drawn. Vials of it. My mom would always joke that they kept all of my blood in the basement and fed vampires with it. Seriously, they took a lot of blood. So I joked with Sam that they will feed the vampires in the basement with his blood. He wasn't amused.
This morning I got the call with the results. Everything came back normal. No predisposition to type 1 Diabetes. We just need to test when he starts acting like it's low. In other words, when Sam is crazy, test his blood.