I recieved a call last night from my little brother in MO. He never calls, usually texts back and fourth. I was a little worried. He said, “Pops is a little shakey. We think his blood sugar is high.” My Devonte (bro) was worried, I could tell by the sound in his voice.
“Devonte, what did his meter read? Did he test his blood sugar?”. Devonte paused. “Pops did you test your blood sugar? Cherise–he didn’t test.”
Ok. “Devonte, tell him to wash his hands and test his blood sugar.” Devonte repeated what I said to him to my step-father. My step-father is Type 2 non insulin dependent. He can’t UAE insulin to bring his numbers down.
I’m waiting patiently on the phone. Devonte said,”Cherise it’s 250.” I let him know that’s high. I told him if it was lower he could walk it off but it’s too dangerous to do any exercising if your bg’s are over 250. I told him to drink water and test his bg’s again in about an hour.
I was curious to know if my step-fathers numbers dropped. I called back, number was 350. OMG, that’s not good. I told him to drink water because he wants to start flushing his system out, keep the keytones out. I could hear him going off in the background. I explained to Devont that when diabetic’s have high numbers their moods change, we can be a little evil and don’t take it to heart. He understood.
This morning I called my step-father. I asked how he was doing. He said he was fine, his fasting was 200. He said he took NyQil and it made him go high. I said, “I’m worried about you. I want you to me around when Niya comes to visit. I want you to be able to chase her around. I don’t usually butt in and I hate being the Diabetic police but I’m going to call you every day and we’re going to get your Diabetes in control.” He said, “thank you.”
I hung up the phone, said a prayer. I hope he takes his health serious, if be doesn’t then it’s on him. I’m trying but be has to want it to control it.
Please keep him in your prayers.
Me, Step-father and Niya