Preaching to Myself

As often happens, the sermon that I finally preached this morning spoke powerfully to my own struggles with Daughter right now. So, I sat her down this afternoon and we came up with a plan. One of the things we talk about quite a bit is working as a team. She doesn't have to deal with diabetes alone, we're a team. It took a while for her to find her cooperative attitude so we could have our conversation, but she found it and we did.

All the temptations have disappeared, so she's not going to be able to go in and sneak sweets. We agreed that I will download her meter daily so she can't lie to me, and each evening we'll sit down and look at blood sugars and see what worked and what didn't.

We also came up with a menu and chore schedule for the week. It will be posted on the refrigerator. Daughter feels more secure when she can go look at the schedule and see what's going to be happening. She needs that structure, and lately I haven't been doing as good a job of providing it. She picked out all the meals for the week. I wrote a list of possibilities, and then she chose what she wanted to have and the days she wanted to have it.

She's now upstairs cleaning her bedroom and singing, so I think that she's feeling a little less stressed. We see Psychiatrist tomorrow afternoon. She asked me when she'd see her again. She says the voices are back. I'll let Psychiatrist sort it all out tomorrow. That's why she earns the big bucks.