Not to stray too far off topic, but I wish someone had told me this early on. This is such great advice, wilf. I had been internalizing "successes" and "failures" in managing my son's BGs - on a cloud when things were going well, in a pit of despair on a bad day. Someone on here has a great signature that says KEEP CALM AND TREAT THE NUMBER. I have really been working on that. We're 10 months in. Around month 6 I was crying every day (because, as we all know, there is no time to process this diagnosis at the beginning due to the learning curve). Last week I watched the "Midnight, Three and Six" documentary on the NY Times website. As the mom began spreading all the supplies on the counter I thought, Finally, the world will understand me and what we're going through! But as it went on, I started to recognize myself in that mom and felt this revulsion! No, I can't live like that. I think it's terrible for my son to feel like a victim, and worse, to think he's inflicted this on me. I feel like I have turned a major corner since watching that video and feel so much lighter. Yes, this disease sucks donkey balls but we have to bring a certain dispassionate approach to BG management or we will all lose our minds.