There is no way to describe the feeling you get when you check your child's sugar and it's 56 forty-five minutes after he ate a huge lunch. He has a boat load of insulin left on board and by boat load I mean enough to sustain the people on The Titanic.
I juiced him, fed him, and decreased his basal. Now, I'm bracing for the impending high sugar.
I hate this &*%@!#* disease!!!