What do you do?
He's 11 years old. My third child. Diabetic. Not only that but the doc says he's "insulin resistant".
His sugar level crashes to 37 and he's having a seizure.
I'm 500 miles away.
Not a damn thing I can do.
He's fine now. But some days I hate this job. Not often. But some days.
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aw man
sorry to hear about you lil guy.
37? wow.
sometimes you can be right beside 'em and it doesn't matter. some things are out of our control.
i hope he's doing better. bless his heart.
If it were me the first thing I'd do is cry. Then I'd cry some more. Then I'd pray real hard and tell everyone I know to pray real hard. I'd call too often and check and get home as soon as I could.
I am praying for your child and for you my friend.
Good grief! That is almost more than I could bear.
I am really sorry he had to go through that and that you had to go through that agony as well.
I'll be thinking about you all.
Have a safe journey home, don't stress, just let go and let God.
Thanks all. He's fine now. His sugar dropped a little again on Tuesday but they caught it in time and Sheila took him out of school so she could keep an eye on him.
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