"Gotta catch 'em all!" The tagline to the Pokemon empire.
I know I have a diverse reading audience...and I know not all of you are Pokemon connoisseurs...but I have four boys, so Pokemon has been a big deal around here for a good ten years.
This is Ash Catchem:
Ash is the main character of the Pokemon saga. He is a young boy who wishes to be a Pokemon catcher champion of sorts, and as such, he spends his days wandering the land looking for unsuspecting Pokemon to catch.
Like Ash Catchem, we work hard around here to catch the little monsters we like to call, "Lows."
We've been fighting some wonky sugars since school has let out. Lately, there's been a ton of long nights for this mama, and in return for those long nights, I'm getting no peace of mind whatsoever.
Thankfully, our endo appointment is today.
Did I just say that out loud? You know I'm desperate when I use the words "Endo" and "Luckily" in the same sentence.
The other night I stayed up late to make sure the boys were in a good place. I went to bed about 11:30 and set my alarm for 1:00am.
When the alarm sounded Ryan was already sitting on the side of the bed, on his way to the bathroom...
"Would you mind checking L? The other boys are fine."
"Sure," he says.
Now between you and me, I would never in a million years check just ONE of the boys. If I'm up to check one, then I'm up to check them all. I felt guilty asking Ryan to do it in the first place, (he hasn't been sleeping well at all lately,) so I asked him to check the one I was really worried about.
Lucky for me my husband is a sweetheart, because he couldn't just check one either.
Turns out J was 59. And he was the one I wasn't worried about.
It follows as an unspoken rule in our house: If one needs to check, then they all need to check. There are a few exceptions...If someone has just had a low, and needs to retest, we don't make them all test, (obviously,) but for the most part it is just easier for everyone to test at the same time.
And as the previous example shows, one never knows what one will find when everyone tests. There are always some surprises. We are not perfect at this diabetic life...but one thing is for sure, we do the work. We test, and retest and test again. Information is power.
When Ryan came back to bed after he found the low, he explained to me what happened while I was in my sleepy stupor. I was completely still as he was speaking to me...he was sure I didn't hear a word he said. Apparently, after a couple minutes, I rolled over and proclaimed, "Gotta catch 'em all!" (Pause.) "Whoa! I'm so blogging that!"
Bazinga! Officially blogged baby! My work here is done!