Diabetes management is nothing if not confusing. Endless variables influencing the behavior of this condition render even our best efforts nothing more than a series of educated guesses that may, yet often don’t, play out as intended. We’ve learned some tricks along the way, and even tamed the beast to yield A1C levels below 6% at times. Being an artificial pancreas for my daughter has kept me quite humble, though here and there I’d allow myself a congratulatory thought: I got this.
And now, the wheels are falling off the wagon. Welcome, puberty and tweenagehood.
Woeful tales of D-management during the years of puberty and adolescence are all over the DOC. I’ve been a lurker, reading from the margins about the struggles posed by random growth spurts, rogue mood swings, dishonesty about carb consumption and bolusing, body image and self-esteem issues, erratic sleep patterns, stressful schedules… you name it. It’s clear to me, about five months in now, that I don’t got this.
It’s all good, though. Adaptability is my game.