Irony can be, well, an ironic bastard.
Remember, back on Halloween 2012, when my eldest girl got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes?
Well, it put my smallest girls nose a little out of joint. BB has been jealous of her older sister’s new found incurable condition and has been trying to rectify the situation ever since.
Despite having physio weekly, plus x rays, plus hydrotherapy. BB still seems to crave the attention of a hospital referral. When a letter from the NHS arrives on the mat for the attention of “Miss Molly Blackmore” she turns a shade of green. When we pop to the surgery to collect our weekly supply of needles, insulin and test strips, she eagerly asks if it is her turn. Then throws a princess style tantrum when she discovers she is playing second fiddle, medically speaking, to twin girl.
I on the other hand, have been enjoying not having to rush into hospital by ambulance. Even though we live with the shadow of DDH and with the day to day coping of type 1 diabetes; the last couple of months have been medically quiet.
I may have even been foolish enough to joke that we might see 2013 out without a overnight stay courtesy of the NHS.
I think BB heard me, and she didn’t like what she heard.
BB has hypoglycemia (click link for medical interpretation). Whereas Twin Girl has sod all of her own insulin, BB has too bloody much.
As I said, ironic.
We have not worried overtly about BB’s new found condition. It is cured by sweets, so nice and easy to treat.
However when her blood sugar is low, she looks shocking, lacks energy to move, and sleeps for England.
As much as we were enjoying the lie ins, we thought it would look poor on our parenting if we didn’t at least tell the GP we had Google diagnosed our youngest.
BB saw the doctor, she cheered as we entered the surgery once she realised it was all about her.
The doctor referred her to the pediatrician, she celebrated with cake.
The pediatrician said she wanted to investigate and promptly booked us in for an overnight stay with tests as a pre-booked extra, right in the middle of the summer hols.
BB almost burst with excitement. The referral was good enough on its own, but an overnight stay during her siblings school holiday was equivalent to toddler heaven.
All she heard was a night in hospital, all I heard was hormone imbalance, or pancreatic tumour, or kidney troubles. I remember faintly hearing, ‘it is most likely nothing Mrs Blackmore’. But, in the words of Jerry Maguire, she had me at tumour.
I am sure it is nothing, I hope the tea has improved, I will be taking my own brand.
It’s only one night. And BB is delighted.
Wish us luck (again).
Ballcocks. Your family do not do things by half woman do they!
no!
You are such an unlucky bugger really aren’t you x
i just like hospitals
On the basis you’ve had enough twottle to deal with already, I’m wishing you the best of luck. And hoping it’s just precautionary x
thanks xxxxxx
I’m hugging you really hard because I don’t know what else to do. You really, REALLY, don’t deserve this my lovely. Let’s get drunk. Soon. X
Deal!
WOW! What sh1t you are being given, sending hugs and positive vibes xxx
Thanks angie x x x x
It will be fine. Just keep that Jane positivity – and remember to take gin in with your tea bags. Will be thinking of you and here if you need a chat xxx
you can put gin in tea bags?
Oh my word, that’s unbelievable! I’m sending positive thoughts your way.
My son had a similar phase of illness-envy when his sister missed a large part of a school year due to stomach problems. I kept getting calls from school to collect him as he’d thrown up. After a few times we worked out that he hadn’t actually thrown up but was just saying he had as he wanted to keep his sister company on the sofa of sickness.
my son would know how your son feels x
I’m so sorry, Jane.
am sure it will all turn out ok
I hope all is OK with BB.
cheers 🙂
Good luck xx hope they have some answers for you .
Thanks Kerry x
Have they not offered pod? I’m 32…diagnosed at 4!! So much easier for kids and adults with type 1 xxx
we are on waiting list – number 17!
Hospital tea is made from floor sweepings.
Sending positive vibes to you from New Zealand (they multiply on their journey so you should get a really big dose when they reach you).
aw shucks thanks
Wishing you all the luck in the world xxx
Thanks lovely
Sending you best wishes xxx
Thanks x
THey like to worry us, even though its a bloody adventure to them, my kids are excited to be going into hospital with me, for my UV treatment, they call the nurses their pals, like its a playgroup
Fingers crossed its all ok
Oh bless you. Irony indeed but worrying irony none the less.
We have 2 tonsil ops booked during the summer hols. I have ready meals and snacks and a GIANT coolbox standing by, not to mention gallons of Miltons.
Keep us posted Jane.
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will do! good luck with the ops x x
Oh no! How did the stay go and when do you get the results?
we go next week x x x
Oh sweetheart you really are having a time of it. I hope the results are ok. Sending big hugs xxx
Oh bugger – I missed this one. How crap is that?! Crossing my fingers arms and legs it will be a simple thing. I have low blood sugar and low blood pressure most of the time – it’s only ever been a problem in pregnancy. Sorry, that’s probably no help at all 🙁
xxx
Thanks lovely x
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