200

To most people, they see the number 200 and don't give it a second thought. Before diagnosis in 2013 I would have done the same thing; what importance does 200 have? 

For many people it can mean $200 is all they have left in the bank until next paycheck, and they don't know how to buy food for their kids, or pay the electric bill, or buy insulin for themselves or their child. 

For others, 200 is a number they were reaching for on their weight loss journey. I've been there.

200 was the number I kept staring at last night as I kept giving Hannah correction after correction, without her moving. She didn't go up, but she didn't come down either. I was up 3 times last night (with a raging migraine, no less) trying to get that number to budge, but, it stayed steady. 

I kept wondering what was going on, because usually when there's insulin resistance like that, something is happening in Hannah's body. She could be growing, hormones wrecking havoc, or getting sick. It's one of those questions that don't always get answered right away, or at all, but this morning Hannah woke up with lots of congestion, a cough, and a bad earache. 

*sigh*

She's sick.

Well, here goes nothing...

And by nothing I mean EVERYTHING.

Pushing fluids left and right, dosing every 2 hours instead of 3-4, tracking ketones, giving MORE insulin, giving lots of Motrin for the headaches that are inevitable with all the high blood sugars, making sure she eats something even when she doesn't feel like it, and sleeping less than I already do (if that's even possible) -it is.

Lucky for Hannah, she has a consultation today with an orthodontist so she's getting checked out early. Of course that also means she will have some dude with his hands in her mouth while she can't breathe through her nose.

Illness is never fun with type 1 because it takes so much extra out of Hannah just to get past whatever it is her body is fighting off. Throw in anxiety or hormones, and you just have one big cluster fuck of high blood sugars, ketones, and lots and lots of tears. 

I hope that one day Hannah will be able to say she HAD type 1 diabetes, but until that day, we will continue to fight the good fight and kick some ass doing it.