So just when we’d sorted out the insulin doses to deal with the low nighttime blood sugars and had a couple really healthy weeks in a row, Nick’s blood sugar has been elevated for the past three days. First we thought the over-200 readings stemmed from a low reservoir. Or maybe he needed a set change. But neither helped. We tried shots. I set the alarm for 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 5 a.m. — so much for that dawn patrol I dreamed of, a distant second compared to this more immediate concern. The numbers stayed up. Over 200. Over 300. Over 200. A morning reading of 186 felt like success. I made eggs instead of pancakes, hoping the lack of carbs would translate into better blood sugar. Not sure what’s going on, but I do know this is all part of it, that diabetes is never really “figured out” so much as a certain amount of attention and luck will result in better numbers. Trying. Tired. But trying.