{"id":1067,"date":"2014-05-07T18:46:04","date_gmt":"2014-05-08T01:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1067"},"modified":"2021-09-06T17:47:08","modified_gmt":"2021-09-07T00:47:08","slug":"me-my-money-too-a-childs-story-with-diabetes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1067","title":{"rendered":"Me & My Money Too…a child’s story with diabetes"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"This second chapter book\u00a0continues\u00a0the series<\/em> – a trilogy, perhaps…<\/em> …to reinstate the main diabetic characters: Kali, now ten years old, and her adopted dog, Money, now 2 years old.<\/em><\/p>\n

My written\u00a0attempts to express the\u00a0life responsibilities, concerns and strategies of a T1D\u00a0child and that of a diabetic dog are represented in this book.<\/em><\/p>\n

Here is a ‘reminder’ excerpt that\u00a0began this expressive and attentive book series.\u00a0 I am\u00a0sure you will enjoy it.\u00a0\u00a0From Chapter 3, here we go…<\/em><\/p>\n

“M<\/strong>y family and I adopted Money<\/em> during summer vacation last year. That was before I began fifth grade. Many months later, I noticed he was acting unusual \u2013 not eating, drinking a lot of water, peeing a lot, and not being his usual happy and active self. I knew he did not feel well. His breath was very stinky strong! Like dog food barf. Bad like that.<\/span><\/p>\n

After telling my parents about what I saw and suspected, my mother made an appointment for the three of us \u2013 Mom, Money<\/em> and me – to see Money\u2019s<\/em> veterinarian, Dr. Wooden. He is a nice older man that we met when we first got Money<\/em>. He was very gentle with Money<\/em>. I remember his hands and how he calmly touched Money<\/em> during that first examination. He spoke gently to Money<\/em>, telling him what a good boy he was<\/em>, to stay still<\/em>, and such. Dr. Wooden slowly, gently, glided his hands over Money\u2019s<\/em> body, feeling for anything that was not supposed to be there.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once\u00a0the examination was done,\u00a0Dr. Wooden\u00a0gave Money<\/em> a couple of necessary vaccination shots like rabies, something listed as \u201cbortadella\u201d and another one so he wouldn\u2019t get heart worms. That sounds awful, the heart worm part. I don\u2019t like to think about that happening! Ick!<\/span><\/p>\n

This time, I shared my concerns with Dr. Wooden regarding Money\u2019s<\/em> recent behavior. Dr. Wooden immediately told my mother and me that he would need to run some blood tests on Money<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Wooden listened closely to what I was telling him. I liked that.\u00a0\u00a0He asked me lots of questions about Money <\/em>such as: \u201cWhat did Money <\/em>eat everyday and when? What type of exercise did he get? When did he sleep? Did I give him dog cookies or table scraps or both?\u00a0\u00a0 How did he act in the morning — was he perky and happy or sleepy, lazy-like, uncaring?\u201d I answered all his questions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Wooden\u00a0tested Money\u2019s <\/em>blood with a lancet (pricker) pen and a glucometer (blood glucose testing machine) that is similar to mine. I watched him but I do not know what that result was.\u00a0After that first test, Dr. Wooden requested more extensive<\/em> blood work right away! This meant that Money<\/em> would have to stay overnight – in the hospital! Oh, that was awful! I did not want to leave him there.\u00a0He cried and whined and pulled on his leash and jumped up and down when my mother and I were leaving. That made me sad. I cried a little.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the way home, I knew I had to call Wayne right away.\u00a0 He’s my best friend and he knows Money<\/em>.\u00a0 I just had to tell him.\u00a0 Once inside the door, I ran upstairs to my bedroom and found my phone.\u00a0 I sat on the floor next to Money’s<\/em> bed pillow and I pressed Wayne’s number.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Rriinngg, rriinngg.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hello?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hi Wayne!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Hey Kali.\u00a0 Guess what I did on my train village set up?\u00a0 I didn’t have a chance to tell you in school today.\u00a0 I added some new pieces.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Wayne, Money<\/em> is in the hospital,” I<\/span> blurted.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

“Whaaat?!” he exclaimed.\u00a0 “Why?\u00a0 What happened?”<\/span><\/p>\n

I repeated the worrisome details, talking so fast I was out of breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Geez, Kali,” Wayne responded.\u00a0 “Do you know when he’s getting out?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yah.\u00a0 My mother and I will pick him up tomorrow after school,” I told him.\u00a0 “Dr. Wooden will tell us if anything is wrong.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I hope he’s not diabetic, Kali.\u00a0 If he is, will you have to give him shots?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Probably,” I answered.\u00a0 “But I don’t like to thing about that just yet.\u00a0 I miss my Money<\/em> and can’t wait to get him home tomorrow.”\u00a0 My throat got tight talking about him.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Money<\/em> will be okay.\u00a0 Don’t worry,” Wayne tried to reassure me.\u00a0 “I’ve gotta get going on my chores and then my homework.\u00a0 I’ll look for you in school tomorrow,” Wayne told me.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yep, okay, me too.\u00a0 Bye Wayne.\u00a0 Thanks.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Bye Kali.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Even though talking with Wayne made me feel better, I was still worried about Money.\u00a0 I couldn’t sleep.\u00a0 But I knew that Money was in the hospital for a good reason.\u00a0 Dr. Wooden and his staff were nice.\u00a0 I\u00a0felt that I trusted them.\u00a0 I knew that Money would be well taken care of.\u00a0 But I missed him.\u00a0 I missed him bad.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day at school, I thought about nothing else but Money<\/em>.\u00a0 I couldn’t concentrate on my school work.\u00a0 I was anxious and nervous.\u00a0 My belly was shaky inside.\u00a0 At one point, Mr. Wallace, our algebra teacher (whom we kids nicknamed “Scruffy Face” because of his beard) asked me to stay after class.<\/span><\/p>\n

“What is wrong<\/em> with you today, Kali?” he sternly asked lifting his bushy eyebrows.\u00a0 “You’re not paying attention.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“My dog is in the hospital,” my voice quivered.\u00a0 “I’m worried about him.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Oooooh, I understand,” he said.\u00a0 “Well, I’m sure he’ll be all right.\u00a0 When do you get Him?\u00a0 Do you know yet?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Today, after school.\u00a0 My mother is picking me up so I won’t have to take the bus and we’re going to get him out and find out why he’s been so sick.\u00a0 I think he’s diabetic, like me, which means a lot of things.\u00a0 I know a lot about diabetes, but I don’t know too much about diabetes in dogs and I’m a little scared, I guess.”\u00a0 Phew, that was a lot to say in one breath!<\/span><\/p>\n

“Mmm,” sounded Sruffy Face.\u00a0 “This is important.\u00a0 But I need you to concentrate on these new algebra formulas.\u00a0 These are important too.\u00a0 I have an aunt whose cat has diabetes.\u00a0 But Cupcake<\/em>, the cat, is doing very well.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Does your aunt have to give Cupcake<\/em> shots?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Oh yes, twice a day,” he said.\u00a0 “And Cupcake<\/em> eats a healthy diet for a cat and is as happy as ever.\u00a0 Maybe a little too pudgy.\u00a0 But she is happy.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Thank you, Scruf- I mean Mr. Wallace.\u00a0 I’ll try my best to work on my algebra formulas.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Okay, Kali.\u00a0 I’ll see you tomorrow.\u00a0 You’re one of my best students, you know.\u00a0 I want you to continue to do well in my class.” he said with a smile as his long black, bushy eyebrows wiggled on his forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Okay,” I told him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt better after sharing his news about my Money<\/em> with Mr. Wallace.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

After school that fateful day, my mother and I went to the animal hospital to get Money<\/em> and find out what was done, along with\u00a0any diagnosis.\u00a0 While seated in the office lobby for forever<\/em>, one of Dr. Wooden’s nurses brought Money<\/em> to us.\u00a0 Oh my gosh!\u00a0 He was so-oo-oo happy and excited to see us!\u00a0<\/span> Jumping up and down, licking my hands, sniffing my mother and me, his tail going round and round, we were happy to see him too!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

“Dr. Wooden will be right in to see you,” the nurse said.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Okay.\u00a0 Thank you,” replied my mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

The three of us sat quietly, anxiously waiting for Dr. Wooden to come through the door.\u00a0 Money<\/em> placed his bandaged right front paw on my lap, staring at me.\u00a0 I rubbed his leg and told him he will<\/em> be fine<\/em>, such a good boy<\/em>, while kissing his head and rubbing his ears.\u00a0 The bandage caused him to limp a little.\u00a0 That spot was probably sore because Dr. Wooden had to take more blood.\u00a0 Also, that particular spot had been shaved to get access to a vein.\u00a0 I felt sad to see Money<\/em> with a bandage.\u00a0 But I knew he was going to be better now.\u00a0 Like me, when I have to have a blood test every two\u00a0months to show that me and my diabetes are staying balanced.\u00a0 Something called an HbA1c — H-B-A-1-C — test shows my average blood sugars during that time period.\u00a0 What I call “a good score” is 6.5%.\u00a0 I’ve been as low as 6.2% and as high as 7.1%.\u00a0 The highest number is 14%.\u00a0 That’s really really<\/em> bad from what my doctor told me!\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t understand all of it.\u00a0 But I do know that keeping my blood sugars in the range of 80 and 120 is better than them being high, that’s for sure.\u00a0 It is very — very — hard to keep blood sugars between 80 and 120 day after day.\u00a0 I just do the best I can.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hello Kali, Mrs. Landgren,” Dr. Wooden said as he walked through the examining room door.\u00a0 Money<\/em> went right over to him, smelling his coat, his shoes.\u00a0 “Good boy, Money<\/em>.\u00a0 How are you feeling, huh?\u00a0 I bet you’re feeling much better.”\u00a0 I remember he petted and rubbed Money’s<\/em> back and ears and Money<\/em> liked that.\u00a0 Holding a file in one arm — probably Money’s<\/em> medical record — Dr. Wooden looked at me, saying “Kali, you were right.\u00a0 Money has diabetes.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Author’s Note….<\/p>\n

This continuing story book not only gives highlighted attentions to T1Ds, but to diabetes in animals as well.\u00a0 According to my research, such a factor has risen 300% in the past decade.<\/em><\/p>\n

Kali and Money are bonded through diabetes.\u00a0 They take care of each other which is experienced with loving dog owners worldwide.\u00a0 “Care” and “loving”\u00a0are the keywords.<\/em><\/p>\n

Revealing more of her young life experiences as a T1D, Kali and Money continue to be courageous in this second children’s book.\u00a0 Her family understands and appreciates what needs to be done on a daily basis – diets, exercise, insulin, and planning.<\/em><\/p>\n

Approximately 140\u00a0pages long, this book – as the others – are appropriate for 8 year olds.\u00a0\u00a0It is as much fun to read as it was to write.\u00a0 I am delighted to have been able to prepare this for you.\u00a0 This story reflects many – not all – of the realities involved in the lives of juvenile diabetics\/T1Ds.<\/em><\/p>\n

Thank you for visiting me.\u00a0 I always appreciate your purchases, reviews, and\u00a0comments.<\/em><\/p>\n

Just lettin’ you know…<\/em><\/p>\n

A. K. Buckroth, fB, Twitter, Smashwords, Amazon.com, Kindle, Barnes&Noble Nook, www.mydiabeticsoul.com.<\/em><\/p>\n

Positive book reviews at Amazon.com are welcome.\u00a0 Please be in touch!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This second chapter book\u00a0continues\u00a0the series – a trilogy, perhaps… …to reinstate the main diabetic characters: Kali, now ten years old, and her adopted dog, Money, now 2 years old. My written\u00a0attempts to express the\u00a0life responsibilities, concerns and strategies of a … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[58,56,9,123,12,17,122,23,57,124],"class_list":["post-1067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-childs-story","tag-diabetic-animals","tag-discipline","tag-dr-wooden","tag-grammar-school","tag-juvenile-diabetes","tag-money-the-dog","tag-responsibilities","tag-t1d","tag-veterinarian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1067"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1723,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067\/revisions\/1723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}