
pick-me-up plants
Saturday night was a rough one. Jeff and Marshall (my oldest) slept in a tent set up in our backyard, so that meant I was on overnight diabetes-duty on my own. For those who don’t know, Calvin, our youngest is a type 1 diabetic. This is just a normal part of our lives and we all work together to manage it, but the most wearisome thing about diabetes is it never takes a break. It doesn’t sleep. It doesn’t care if you’re traveling or if you want to have a special treat on a holiday. It has to be considered and dealt with all the time. And Saturday night, it was demanding. His equipment wasn’t working, so I had to test his blood sugar every 1.5-2 hours and try to sleep in between with alarms sounding. I woke up grouchy, groggy, and with a headache. It felt like jetlag; like









