Type 1 Diabetes

#DLBOG WEEK Crazy Stories Wildcard

diabetes blog week

Today’s topic: Diabetes can sure bring some crazy moments.  So tell us your Top 3 craziest D related stories!  If you can’t think of three, don’t worry.  We’re just as happy with one or two.

One story that brings a smile to our face is the one where Joey was playing basketball in his home gym. The gym is very small, especially for 8th grade boys.  I mean it’s small, how small? So small that we can’t host a basketball tournament there for middle school teams; the kids have outgrown the basketball court by middle school. However we still have regular league games there.

Joey in blue
Joey in blue

A little background on Joey. He’s funny, mature for his age, confident,  loved by his friends, admired by many, and a very hard player.  He’ll give you 110% every time he is on the court or field.  His coaches respect him, and trust him. So when he signaled over to his coach to pull him out of the game, they did immediately.  Because the gym is so small, you can hear a pin drop, even during play. We were in the stands when I heard it. I looked at my husband, did he hear it?  OH YES. The undeniable sound of a squealing pod. They are designed to alarm you when the cannula is out.  And it’s loud.

He signals for his coach to pull him, and he runs over to the locker room, before we know what’s happened, we hear the pounding of the door. Joey ran off to pull his pod off, not realizing that the locker room door locked behind him. So not only did he squeal, but he’s locked out of the gym and the bleachers are facing the locker room door. There’s no hiding from the entire stands that you ran off the court, and got locked in the locker room. Hilarious to some, or could be a catastrophic moment. Joey was let back in the gym to cheers and a lot of smiles.  No one knew why he ran off, except his coaches, and the opposing players who were looking around the court to see what/who/why was Joey’s body squealing.  He said afterwards, “mom, you should have seen the kids faces when I’d run past them, squealing pod and all, it was priceless.”

Fast forward to football season. 

If you know the story you know that I wasn’t convinced to let Joey play football.  With type 1, the pod, the helmet shielding his face from me (I can tell by his face if he’s low during sports) I just wasn’t on-board. Another huge factor was the fact that I would have to stay at the two hour practice 5 days a week!  Unless by a miracle one of the coaches was a doctor or had type 1. Guess what, one of the coaches had type 1 diabetes since he was a youngster. A true blessing!  And my husband was going to help coach when his schedule allowed – so there was a silver lining.

Jake Byrne, #82 TE
Jake Byrne, #82 TE

One thing about Joey, if he wants something he will find a way to get it.  He told his brother that I wasn’t on-board and they came up with one heck of a way to convince me, which involves a WI Badger football player. Check out the Story at OMNIPOD suite D. 

We are at football practice, the parents are standing by the fence of the practice field, getting to know one another.  I meet a family that the dad has type 1 diabetes which is awesome because honestly it’s another set of eyes and knowledge of the disease should something go awry.

All of a sudden Joey comes running over towards me, he yells, ‘MOM, CATCH THIS!” He threw a very bloody pod at me, and kept right on running back onto the field. If I could play it in slow motion, you would probably see the blood spatter. The parents standing there were mortified. I heard one of them say: “What the hell?”  “What is that? Is he okay?”  I had to laugh, and explain to about 10 parents why my son just tossed a bloody pod at me!

Awe, the life of being Joey’s parents. 

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