This week Ellie, my T1D, experienced a 'low' and felt alone . . . all while in a room full of her peers.
Ellie's class went on a field trip to our local science center and I chaperoned her and two other students. I drove separately as she rode the bus; after going to nurse's office to do a check before they left. I felt good knowing she had her D-supply bag with her and I tucked a cell phone in there so she could call me if she felt the need. SO not the school rules, but rules are meant to be bent and I took full advantage.
Once at the museum, it was a free-form trip. We walked around to the various exhibits and spent as much or as little time as the kids wanted in any particular area. We did gather together for lunch and then a planetarium exhibit at the end of the day.
Ellie had a great time being 'normal' while I toted around her D-supply bag and watched her closely for symptoms or reminders to test her blood sugar. Lunch went off without a hitch, as I had packed her food and counted her carbs. She dosed her insulin right at the table and only a few eyes noticed. One girl asked what she was doing and Ellie just stated simply, "dosing my insulin for my food."
It wasn't until the very end of the trip, when all the kids were gathering for a group photo that I noticed Ellie seemed a little 'off'. I pulled her aside and performed a quick poke to her finger . . . . 58 . . . crap.
I grabbed a GoGo Squeez and she slurped it down. Still pale and shaky, we waited 12 minutes and tested again . . . 59 . . . crappity crap.
At this point the other kids were all in place for the photo and a student teacher came over to tell Ellie to get in the picture. I tried to explain that now wasn't a good time, but before I could say no, Ellie had squirmed her way into the crowd.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words? They are right.