Why is it that every fundraiser at school is for food? Starting this week, there will be a Kona Ice truck on Wednesday and Jamba Juice on Fridays. Seriously? Every week? So Alex has been asking for money for the Kona truck for about 2 weeks. I kept hoping she would forget. Yeah right!
Wednesday morning she reminded me and said it was $5. What? $5 for one slush drink thing? I asked her if she was SURE there was only one size/price. I asked Ben if he knew any details (he was oblivious and could care less about slush drinks at school - I wish we could all be like him and prefer cauliflower over french fries by nature!)
So, I handed Alex $5 and told her while I understood she wanted a slush drink, it wouldn't be an every week thing. I don't have $5 to spend every Wednesday and Friday (and I didn't add to her that she doesn't need the sugar at school every Wednesday and Friday - I just thought it.)
3:04 PM...my phone rings and it's the (very awesome) school nurse calling to tell me how her day went. I knew this couldn't be good. Apparently, she hasn't bolused for Kona before and didn't know what to do for it. Alex just appeared in the health room with a very large drink in hand asking for the carbs. I wish they would have called me but bless her heart she tried to handle it. She went online to google for nutritional information. She found it confusing and wasn't sure how many ounces of the syrup/juice was used and so forth in the drink and Alex and the Kona person couldn't tell her either. She calculated 96 carbs and told Alex to bolus for it. Since Alex's ratio is 1:8 that is a LOT of insulin especially for the nurse to see at school since on average, Alex's packed lunch is about 50 carbs a day total.
Something didn't sit right with the nurse so she went back and was doing more calculating only to realize she probably should have bolused more around 35 carbs. So, she went running to find Alex in the classroom and bring her back to the health room. Alex dropped down into the 50s and arrows down. She gave her juice and tablets and crackers. She crept back up to 73 but she pretty much spent her entire afternoon in the health room.
We then spent the evening trying to deal with a persistent low. I fed her spaghetti for dinner and she still dropped to 62 after dinner and while at the park playing. She hovered between 55 - 95 all evening. And, for good measure, we then suddenly fought a high blood sugar all night.
I wish I was rich! I'd donate the money to the school to forgo the slush trucks visiting every week in a heartbeat.