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Like we do every three months, we trucked out to Hopkins to see the endocrinologist Wednesday. I think Jack's starting to like going, and me too, because I try to set the appointment around lunch time and then we get to have a private lunch, just Jack and me. I probably should insist he pick a healthier place to eat, other than McDonalds, but it's what he picks every time...except today! First surprise--Subway for lunch! (Thank you Jack!)
Another surprise--Jack's A1C number. (A1C is a…Continue
This morning I got another call from the Nurse's Office as I was desperately trying to log in an hour on the Stairmaster. As I picked up I heard Jack who said, "Mom. My number is over 400 and I have a trace of keytones."
Hmmmm. If I panic, I may fall off this dumb machine, so I say, "Did you remember to pump your toast?"
"Will you look on the pump and tell me how many carbs you put in?"
"20," he said.
"Did you eat anything else? Nothing to drink? Did…
I would bet that for those of you reading this, you would agree that teaching children to be responsible can be difficult. In fact, sometimes 'teaching moments' present themselves and you have to capitalize on them. Like the time when I drove all the way to Lakeville (from Victoria) to Jack's soccer game only to hear, as I get out of the car, "Mom! I forgot my cleats!" And I must confess, my first reaction was to turn around and drive all the way home to get those cleats because otherwise I…Continue