Lazy Days

I feel like I was hit by a truck today seriously no fun at all.  We've had a crazy week with lots of lows, lots and lots.  No wonder I feel like total shit I can't imagine what Colin feels like.  His toe is doing great, no reasons for antibiotics or anything and the toenail actually is fine.  That is a HUGE relief to both Colin and I and he actually is going to let me clip his toenails tonight so it must not have any pain either.  We had an "incident" at his school early in the week and it went something like this.  Colin had a juice at school before recess and then came in and ate his whole lunch and still felt funny after lunch so he tested and was 4.3 but feeling really shitty.  He went to the office and his principal asked him what his blood sugar was and he told her.  She said "well that's a fine number, your target is 5-10 so go back to class" and he apparently just stood there with his jaw on the floor.  He wanted to just call me and ask what he should do because he still felt low.  So first of all this lady clearly can't do basic math because last time I checked 4.3 IS lower than 5, second of all his target isn't 5-10 it's 4-8 always has been and thirdly WTF woman the boy needed help and was shu'd away and not given a chance to talk.  I was furious to say the least so I went into the office before school and couldn't get any face-time with her then so I left instructions with the new secretary who also knows nothing.  I was nearly in tears trying to keep from screaming at this lady.  I decided I needed to talk to our nurse/diabetes educator and she really helped calm me down, she answered all my questions and offered to come and do a little D-teachings to the staff if I wanted but she wants me to advocate for Colin mostly on my own.  That scares the crap out of me and she told me that I am a fantastic advocate for my son already and I guess I just never saw it, never looked.  But once I did I realized that she is right and it gave me clarity and peace and I was able to go in and have a great conversation on Friday with the VP and the Principal.  Colin was 2.8 and the VP called me and told me that he didn't have a juice and she didn't know why so I busted it over to the school.  I live literally 7 houses away from the school so its never long for me to get there.  He had had a juice, he was confused when she asked I guess and so we took care of that and the principal came in the room and was apologising right away for her screw up earlier in the week.  I did a few mins of education and they would like to have the nurse in again because of new staff and in the end I felt much better (and I didn't break a sweat) and Colin feel safer again. 

Oh gosh I'm sorry for all the awful punctuation and spelling and grammatical errors int his post but I'm pooped, apparently my brain is too.  I need sustenance maybe that's the prob.  Hope you are all doing great and enjoying your sweeties today.

Scoliosis?

Last summer C and I did a lot of swimming at the brand new Thames pool and he picked up a few nasty warts on his foot.  When he got home from his week away at Diabetic camp had changed from tiny dots to full on warts, yuck.  We saw the endo and he said it was fine to use the kids compound W on them but to just be very careful because his feet are, well they are diabetic feet so you have to take extra care.  So we started putting that gel on his feet and it wasn't doing a thing so we went to a Podiatrist and thought he would freeze it and remove it for C.  Was I ever wrong!  This fossil of a "Dr" had the bedside manor of an angry bear, he came into the room and didn't even try to be nice to C he just looked at his feet and told us that he was a weak boy...he could tell from his ankles.  Then he just got out a freaking humongous needle and tried to shove it into his foot without telling us what he was doing.  I stepped in front of him and said "please tell us what you are going to do before you do it Sir, my son needs to know what's going on" by this time C was curled up in a ball on the examining table crying.  He scoffed at me and told Colin he was a big baby and that he wasn't going to help us till the "big baby grows up" OMFG I was furious.  He walked out of the room and told his secretary that "the boy is a cry baby" then out his coat on and walked out of the office, seriously can you believe it?!  I got C pulled together and told him that I will never let anyone mean try and treat him again.  Colins response was "mean people suck Mom" how true.  So I called around places and ended up speaking with an amazing Chiropodist and explaining what happened at the last place and he assured me that would not happen in his office.  This doctor ended up being amazing, he talked us through everything and didn't even touch C's warts.  He taught us a better and more effective way of treating with the compound W so that we didn't have to cut into his foot or freeze it at all.  This made C very happy and he loves the new guy.  During C's examination I told him what the last guy said about C's ankles so he had a look at them and then he did a bit of measuring and moving C's legs around.  He looks at me and says "did you know that his one leg is longer than the other?"  Um no I didn't.  It ends up that his one leg is longer, his spine is curved and his ankles are rolling out on him.  What the hell, we came here for warts and ended up with possible scoliosis.  X-rays are in and the pediatric orthopedist wants to see my baby.  I am scared shitless.  When it rains it pours I tell ya.  Here's my sweeties little back.  Anyone know about this sort of thing please feel free to msg me I could use some information and our appt isn't till mid July.