Lately I've been thinking about the difficulties of having Jim live with us.
One: I don't have any place to put Karen when she comes home from college.
Two: The complications of Type I diabetes are life-threatening. I've been there when these life-threatening complications are happening; nursed him through them, saved his life a few times. It's difficult living with -- and loving -- someone who you're not sure is going to make it through the day. Will today be another emergency room day? Will we sleep through the night or will his blood sugar go low at 2:00 am again? When that happens I have to try to get glucose syrup into him and when he comes back to consciousness change his soaking wet clothes and sheets.
How many times now have I held him like a baby while trying to get glucose into his system? Five or six, I guess. How many ketoacidosis incidents? Three or four.
It will be like this for the rest of my life.
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