J took his BG for me today after I handed him the meter and multiclix lancet. 415 - not surprising at all. I told him to tell his pump (which is attached to him 24/7 after all). Next thing I know he is calling his Dad asking for a Coke and getting a shower. The shower is a HUGE improvement - HUGE. Really Gargantuan.
But now that he is out of the shower, I ask "did you tell your pump you were 415?"
Answer: No. Will he do it now? Nope. Does he care that his blood is chock full of sugar, damaging his heart, kidneys, eyes, etc? Nope. Not a bit. He apparently just cannot connect actions with consequences. And am I in there giving him insulin to bring him down? Nope, I'm blogging about it while I cool down enough to go in there without arguing with him. How hard is it to push a few buttons on a machine that is attached to you? I don't ask him to do it often - I usually do it. But, really, how hard can this be?
And the big question - what is going to become of him if (and that seems to be a BIG IF) he outlives me?