What Happens at Camp ...

Stays at camp. I think that will be the motto from here on out. Along with the motto, we're implementing one week at Diabetic camp and one week Christian camp, non-negotiable. IF Cameron wants to attend Diabetic camp, he MUST attend Christian camp.

Although I am grateful that Cameron was able to experience camp, especially diabetic camp, I am so disappointed in EVERYTHING he has told me since coming home.

1.) I fell out of a tree.




2.) I passed out and nobody found me. When I woke up, I went to the infirmary where my blood sugar was in the 50's.

3.) They didn't wash my clothes between session 2 & 3.

4.) I drank a Diet Mt. Dew.

5.) My highest number was 599.

Oh ... the list continues. I trusted my son in the care of this camp. Falling out of a tree, he's a boy, boys climb trees, and stupid boys fall out of them. LOL What I can NOT forgive is his clothes not being washed in 12 days, when I only sent enough clothes for 6. I can NOT forgive him passing out, his blood sugar number going as high as 599, or the fact that in the snack shack they sold Diet Mt. Dew and didn't make him take a shot to cover it. My son has never, NEVER, drank a soda in his ENTIRE life. And Mt. Dew, there ain't NO days! His attitude is atrocious right now. He has been mopping around for DAYS, crying in intervals, because "they understand everything I'm going through."

The plus side of camp ... Cameron is willing to discuss an insulin pump! Woo-Hoo! I ordered some reading material for when he came home. I would estimate that 90% of the campers were pump users. He read the material, without me telling him it was there, and instead of shutting me down every time I brought up the subject, we have a dialog going.