"Mom can you get my checker" followed by a clunk.
The thought of it is still turning my stomach. The piercing sound in his voice told me that something was wrong. As I ran into the kitchen, I found my 9 year old son sitting on the floor against the cabinet. He was sweaty and holding his head in his hands.
Automatically, I grabbed a juice, stuck the straw in and handed it to him.
As he drank I opened the test strips... EMPTY! "Damn it!!" I say as I run to the closet for more. When I finally tested him, he was 45.
I don't understand...
I have changed his basal. Changed his IC factors. I have even changed his ISF. Why all of a sudden are we having all these lows. Why is it past the point of function before he feels them?
I hate the gut wrenching feeling of "that voice".