Dr. K immediately sent us to Clark Regional for blood work. At this point it was about 6:30 at night, Saul was starving, soaked, and generally all around miserable. I called Jeff who had just gotten home from a leisurely shopping spree at Wal-Mart with EH. I was like "umm... yeah... Dr. K is sending us to Clark Regional." Not wanting to cause any added panic to the situation I told him to discretely remove himself from the house and my mother (sorry mom). Needless to say holding down a then 15 month old starving, soaked, screaming, toddler while they attempted to take blood was an experience. Luckily Jeff didn't witness the madness.
Dr. K told us to meet him back at his office to go over results. We drove back over and waited. I know now that Dr. K already knew, I already knew. I guess going for the blood work was a formality.
We got the "official" word around 8:30-9:00. Seriously high sugar in the blood and large traces of ketones. Definitely diabetic. Within and hour he would be admitted to UK Children's hospital.
This is my outlet for rambling. A space on the interweb where I will attempt to explain what life is like as a full-time pancreas. I'm a librarian (on hold) and a lover of coffee and cardigans. I'm a Mom to a dino obsessed T-1, 3 year old, and a tutu-wearing, bug wrangling, Montessori 5 year old. Sebulsky & I constantly debate the creation of our own sit-com... this website could serve as the pre-pilot rough draft.
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