Papa and I took Shealyn and Vee to a friend’s birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese’s today. I have now officially had my first ‘battle’ as the parent of a diabetic and it took less than a week. *laugh* The server appeared at the table with a stack of cups and two pitchers of Sprite. I put my arm in front of Shealyn and simply explained, “She can’t have Sprite. I will take care of her.” She looked at me, nodded, and then promptly picked up Shealyn’s cup to fill it with Sprite. Ummm..excuse me? “Miss? No thank you. She can’t have Sprite. I will get something else for her over there.” The server then walked to the other side of the table to continue filling cups. I figured it was over and picked up Shealyn’s cup to go fill it with Diet Coke instead (Let her have the treat of soda like everyone else, but without any carbs). I turn to see the woman get a NEW cup for her, fill it, and place it in front of her. Oh Good Lord now! What part of “She can’t have Sprite” is difficult to understand!?? I had to tell one of my friends to watch and make sure she wasn’t served it while I hustled over to get her something else. It was such a simple thing, yet so ridiculous at the same time. Would the Sprite hurt her? No, but with the amount of carbs that are in it, I definitely need to know if she has consumed it in order to properly measure her insulin.
-Kaycee
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