1) Never happens. We know this. You know this. We plug on though. After 10 days/2 weeks of strangely low numbers, we finally lowered insulin across the board. As said. And things a little too high. Tweaked. Things still a little too high. Then, yesterday, things just TOO HIGH: 14mmols +. Eek. Went straight onto 120% temp basal, to get more insulin in. By 10.30pm had crashed into a bad feeling hypo (worse of course by virtue of having been a little high for a few days). Another panicky one. Yuck. Removed temp. At 2am was 4.9 mmols. Woke on 4.6 mmols. That’s better. Back to no temp.

Sigh. We’ll see what today brings.

2) Two days ago there was a talk on ‘healthy eating’ at daughter M’s school. During which diabetes was mentioned as a consequence of not eating well.

Oh dear. M then finds herself, not for the first time, defending her brother’s basic health in the face of her peers over the lunch table, who could add to their usual your brother can’t have sweets/ate too many sweets/must be fat, the cry of but teacher said so.

So no one believed her. And she was so cross she was stomping her foot about it when she got home.

So. I went in yesterday and chatted to form teacher. Was, rather incredibly, rung by the school nurse later in the day. Yes she said we will address this. Distinction not made clear and not good for children, not good for M.

Could have knocked me over with a feather, but oh well.

The two year groups who were originally spoken to will be kept back after assembly this morning, and things clarified. Upon arrival at school M was offered the chance to not sit in with them, or to sit in. She chose to sit in.

She is fearful that there will be too much M’s brother, M’s sensitivity etc for her liking and everyone will know it’s about her…

But I tell her, we tell her, that getting some things right are worth it. She feels so strongly about it, so fiercely proud of her brother and so deeply understands that him developing diabetes is just PLAIN BAD LUCK.

She yelled this in the car yesterday: it’s just plain bad luck!

If everyone knows it’s her doing — so what? They will also know that they were wrong. She just needs to be brave. And she’s very capable of that, every bit as brave and strong as the brother she loves so much.

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