Warning: the post below is graphic re poo.

I am not sporty and I do not run on a track. Yesterday I ran over to the high school track anyway, in order to stumble across a lacrosse game taking place in an adjacent field. I couldn’t tell if Tab wanted/did not want me to watch. I hadn’t run on a track since the time a few (ten?) years ago, when I had the Nike sneakers with a secret compartment under the insole that held a Dexcom transmitter-sized chip. As I recall, I had to run a precisely measured mile to calibrate the Nike chip.

The smell of the track made me think of that (Nike) calibration, and how, in our current life, we say “calibrate” every day, as a normal Dexcom thing. As of this week I’ve been calibrated myself to be zeroed-out with two (three?) T1d’s and one celiac. That is my baseline, my normal, I like it, it’s fine. We’re fine. We do whatever we want, we just carry some dried pineapple and medical stuff around with us. It’s fine. Really.

GET TO THE POINT: Bubs has not been to school since March 24th. Anyone reading this post has already heard about this from me. He was suddenly nauseated/unable to eat/the feeling began on a Friday afternoon = not algebra-related. The next day, he was in so much pain we thought he had appendicitis and took him to the ER. (Fun fact: I was in Newport on the Cliff Walk with T1d friends when Joe took Bubs to the ER.) The ER  examined him and said it was probably a nasty virus and would be over in a few days. Also, here is Zofran, goodbye.

Bubs was not better in a few days. His pediatrician retired this year, and Bubs hadn’t yet met his new primary care doctor, and her office said she couldn’t see him until his initial “well visit,” scheduled for later on in April. We were stuck. I called the endocrinologist on call. She said it sounded like a virus, and would probably go away, and that this is not really an endo thing.

The nausea and pain did not go away. Also he had ketones (from not eating), so his BG was awesome, but we’d have to give him a big bolus (advised each time by the on call endo, who always said to give six units, and always said to call if the ketones came back, and eventually I was like, why do you want me to keep calling, is it always going to be six units? And they were like, yes. Six.) to get rid of the ketones, and then he’d have to drink enough carbs via Gatorade and that made him sick. It was ketones-insulin-Gatorade-increased pain + output-sleep.  Repeat x infinity.

After about a week of missed school, I remembered (what luck!) that Bubs has celiac, and therefore a GI doctor—maybe he would see Bubs. The GI doctor thought it sounded like a virus. He said it has been a terrible season for stomach bugs, and that even he—who had not vomited since childhood—was barfing this winter. He conceded that a virus does not usually last this long, but thought maybe he’d caught a second virus right on the tail end of an initial virus.

Whatever it was did not go away. Bubs started having (pardon me) diarrhea or barfing whenever he ate or drank, even a tiny amount. He would wake up in the middle of the night to barf.

Blood tests ordered by the GI doctor showed high eosinophils, but normal whatever-the-usual-markers-for-Crohn’s are. Eosinophils go with parasitic infections, so GI had us collect stool samples (test tubes with adorable hedgehog-sized sporks built into their caps!). The lab thought we’d misunderstood, and had provided urine samples: yellow liquid. No, that’s his stool. No parasites were found. After about two weeks of being sick, the GI doctor scheduled an upper and lower scope, to get biopsies.

Let’s do ourselves a favor and not let me describe the hospital, where Bubs was exhausted, nauseated, and forced to drink a gallon of Crystal Light lemonade-seasoned Miralax from ten o’clock in the morning until midnight, updated at midnight to be continued until five o’clock in the morning, possibly because some nurses thought his stool needed to look like “clear water” even though others said it was fine if it looked like “iced tea with no flakes.”  Also someone said this sentence (cheerfully) to Bubs, “Well, since you already have Type 1 diabetes, you’re probably used to being sick, since you have a bad immune system.”  Also two separate people of different medical degrees thought the insulin pump was surgically implanted under general anesthesia.

Of course I googled about eosinophils, and saw that the most common reason to be high in them is parasitic infection. After that, leukemia. Of course I googled all about Crohn’s and read sentences like, “Many people with Crohn’s manage to lead normal lives,” and “Always bring along a change of clothing when you leave the house.” (I tried to not read a lot about Crohn’s, but of course I looked at these blogs.) (Especially I liked this one and this one, with people so adorable you can sort of bear toying with the possibility of maybe needing them someday as your personal advisors.)

After the scopes, the doctor described seeing an inflamed, damaged gut. I believe he said all the way from the esophagus through the stomach, to the beginning of the small intestine was wrecked. (Only he did not use the word “wrecked.”) I think he said the large intestine was OK. They took a bunch of biopsies and samples.

Today, this result:

It does not look like Crohn’s. (I think the doctor said he’s 99% certain it is not that. Maybe 95% certain. 95 – 99% certain.) (I think he also said you sometimes see eosinophils with Crohn’s, but Bubs has so many patches <word?> of eosinophils, but doesn’t have whatever else Crohn’s people have, that it does not seem like a Crohn’s thing.)


It could be an allergy, to something like…milk. Or eggs. Or soy. (But it does not make sense to the GI doctor that an allergy to something he’s eaten his whole life would show up suddenly and so acutely and at this age.) (I did not ask if it could be an allergy to caffeine free Diet Coke. That is the only new food I can think of in Bubs’s life. I know that this is poison. I bought it to encourage him to drink more if he is high.)


It most closely resembles a parasitic infection, except they did not find a parasite, and it is also weird for a parasite to be in the esophagus. (I think that’s what the GI doctor said.) (Also: how would someone get a rare parasite, if they never leave Rhode Island? And wouldn’t the rest of our family have the parasite too?)

So the choices are:

Take Flagyl to kill the imagined parasite. (But the doctor does not like to prescribe antibiotics unless a parasite is found. But this will not harm him. But it is super weird to take Flagyl when no parasite has been found. But a parasite could still be found.) (Incidentally, Flagyl is used by people with Crohn’s. I have no idea why. Do they have a parasite?) (One more thing: when Bubs feels like eating, he feels like eating Applegate Genoa salami. Is that a clue? Do certain parasites crave salami?)


Take a short course (5 days) of a steroid to reduce inflammation. (But this will make BG high. But he can just take extra insulin.) (Also this doesn’t help determine what the allergy is, if this is an allergy.) (On the other hand, it will probably make him feel better regardless of the cause of the inflammation and might make him feel hungrier, so he will be able to consume more, and getting more nutrition could help him heal.)


Go to an allergist. (But it will take a long, long, long time to get an appointment, and we don’t want him to feel this bad while he waits for the appointment.)


I know what you’re/I’m thinking, but our GI doctor recommended against eliminating possible allergens, and to focus for now on getting him to eat anything that is food. Of any kind.)


Do nothing and see if he continues to feel better. (He does seem to feel slightly better today, or—at least—he is hunched over in pain less often.)


Our GI doctor has a doctor friend in Cincinnati who is an expert in pediatric eosinophilia, so our GI guy will talk to his friend to see if the friend has any good ideas. Cincinnati!


Bubs is scheduled to have an MRI next week, so the GI doctor can see the parts of his intestine in the middle, where the upper and lower scopes don’t reach. I have no idea what this will mean.

By the by, we are in the middle of moving (locally) and I started a new job (the same week B. got sick) and it was Tab’s birthday this week, and we practically ignored him, and he was so grateful for an egg-gouda sandwich from Starbucks that he declared it the best birthday ever. (#16.) He read this blog once a few months ago and was amused. In case he sees this, let’s pretend I didn’t mention him.



  1. Catherine Bardagy Winchild · April 19, 2017

    PHEW! on the Chrohns. Chrohn’s? Some answers good. Fingers crossed for brilliant ideas Cincinnati. Too much on KK plate right now. Wish I was there to at least help with THE MOVE. xo

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    • Katy · April 19, 2017

      You’re helping. When I pack I try to do what you would do, like try to think of “who would like this barely used walnut oil?”


      • skchrisman · April 19, 2017

        I’m so good at packing rooms. I wish I could help you.


      • Catherine Bardagy Winchild · April 25, 2017

        oh, good! I am reading Marie Kondo book right now. She is bat shit CRAZY, but full of good ideas for AFTER MOVE.


      • Ginger · April 25, 2017

        LOVE THAT BOOK!!! She is totally nuts, but… have you folded your socks yet? That alone was worth everything for me! HA


  2. skchrisman · April 19, 2017

    Cincinnati! = Brilliant doctors! ❤

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  3. Laura · April 19, 2017

    Oh god. Thinking of you.

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  4. Karen Joseph · April 19, 2017

    Oh. my. goodness. You put words together, make sense, and continue to be funny despite having gone through the wringer as a mom! Poor Bubs!!! I’m so sorry that he has been ill! Wildly busy spring–winter–oh just however many months it has been since November 8th when I last cleaned my house and saw the world as a hopeful place. Anyway, I’m so glad I clicked on your post. When I hear Eosinophils, I think of food allergies. I sure hope that is completely ruled out. T1D–Celiac–Food Allergy is doable but not fun. I’ve heard of how crazy BGs get with steroids but at least your son would be eating! I hope you can get into a board certified allergist SOON. More than that, I hope this illness will resolve so you can back to normal life!! Wishing you all the best!!

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  5. Scott E · April 19, 2017

    First, I hope he is feeling better and the doctors figure out what’s going on. Anecdotally, I’ve found that an uncanny number of “we can’t figure it out” medical cases ultimately get attributed to Lyme. My father had arthritis and Bells-palsy symptoms because of it. Others have had radically different symptoms. Not making a diagnosis, just pointing out a possibility.

    Second, when I started out on an insulin pump, as a grown thirtysomething adult, I was told to treat ketones with precisely six units of insulin. No rationale given, no inputs to the calculation, just six units. Always. And every time, but for a small bit of fine-tuning after the triage, it always seemed to be just the right amount. Go figure.

    And finally, I haven’t been here for awhile. Hi!

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    • skchrisman · April 19, 2017

      I’m so intrigued with the 6 units! Treating ketones right this minute. smh


  6. gstabach · April 19, 2017

    Oh my HEAD! Please let me do something to help! I’m a great organizer and packer of other people’s things and helps men not want to move ever! So glad chrone’s was ruled out! An old boss once told me doing more than one life changing thing at a time is a lot! 3 you are super-mom!!! ❤️


  7. mumoftype1 · April 19, 2017

    Wow! What a time you have had! How many questions and scenarios rolling about in your head! Stay strong, stay sane and don’t be afraid to ask for help from those who live close enough to give more than moral support! Sorry the only support I can send is the moral kind and I am a terrible packer so it’s probably for the best! Xx


  8. Lucia Maya · April 20, 2017

    Wow, so sorry you’ve been going through all this! I agree with a few commenters that it sounds like food allergies, having seen them up close with family and clients… The GAPS diet might be worth looking at. Hope he’s feeling much better soon!


  9. Laddie · April 20, 2017

    So sorry that Bubs is going through this:-( You are learning about things that I have fortunately never had to learn about. Thanks for sharing what is going on and I hope Bubs begins to feel better soon. Sending hugs your way.


  10. Need A Nap2 · April 21, 2017

    Wow! I’m sorry your son is so sick and you have so many life changes right now!! But this “thought the insulin pump was surgically implanted under general anesthesia” is unbelievable it made me laugh.

    My husband went to a “not sure what to call it” but all-around kind of (women’s) clinic featuring weight loss, etc and had the ALCAT allergy blood test done. If you Google it you’ll see all kinds of love/hate responses. He was red (worst category) for brussel sprouts, egg yolk, and cow’s milk. Orange (next worst) for lots of stuff, and yellow (avoid for a while) for basic foods like cinnamon, rice, and black pepper. It was really hard and he ate really bland foods for 2-3 months. He’s mild for gluten so tries to avoid that too. So you might not have to see an allergist but it was expensive testing $750 plus office fees of ?$100. But he didn’t have a can’t keep anything down kind of physical response to begin with, just a I’m tired of dealing with these GI issues.

    So glad Tabs is easy going about his birthday! Happy Birthday! 🙂


  11. Reyna · April 30, 2017

    Oh boy! Thinking of you guys and hoping for answers ASAP! 😘


  12. type1tot · May 11, 2017

    How? More? I am so sorry. His poor little guts. What have you found out? Sadly they can tell you what damage they find but not so easy to tell why. Maybe will be fixed w eliminating one or two offending foods? Maybe someone else can inhabit his body while you do elimination diet? Suuuuucks. This kid deserves a year of sleep overs and movies and fairs and cotton candy and swearing and get out of jail free cards. Life is a MF. I’m sorry, friend.


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