Last night I had a visit from the Diabetes Monster. He decided he wanted to have a sleep over and spent the night with me. Here is a brief recap of my unwelcome sleepover.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I am rudely awoken out of a dead sleep by Tigger (my dexcom receiver). Low BG alert. Says I am under 55. I grab Roo (my meter) and test my bg. 54! Great, exactly what I had plans to do at 1am!!! NOT!
I crawl out of bed. Stumble half asleep across my bedroom to my mini fridge. Yes I have a mini fridge in my bedroom. But it’s not the fridge you would expect a 27 year old college student to have. It is stocked full of juice boxes, water bottles, and insulin.
I open the door and grab a juice box. Not just any juice box but a Capri Sun. Those have been my juice of choice lately. Now in the dark with a low of 54 and trying to get the straw in that hole is not easy at all…I need to rethink this when I go shopping for more juice. It was a bit like pin the tail on the donkey game. Don’t believe me, go into a dark room, spin around a few times and try to get the straw in that little hole without piercing the other side of the juice pouch! (You all will be very proud, after a few tries I successfully got the straw in without piercing the other side of the pouch.)
Fifteen minutes go by and I test again 122. Great I am back off to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It is now around 3 am. Tigger once again is rudely awakening me to say I am low. This time he says I am 69. I test on my meter and it reads I am 87. So thinking I may be dropping I drink another juice. This time I turn on the lights so it isn’t eventful enough to describe the walk to the fridge and back. I go back to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Now it is 4:30 am. Tigger for the third time tonight is awakening me. But this time he is telling me I am high, reading that I am 257. I bring out Roo and test, 234. Ok a little high. I follow the tubing attached to my body to find Piglet (pump). I bolus and once again, go back to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It’s 5:50 am and Tigger for the fourth time in one night awaking me. At this point I was about ready to chuck him out the window and let him sleep outside where ever he landed. I looked and I was alerting low with a BG of 83. I tested at 78. Having my third juice box of the night. Now I am wide awake lying in bed.
You may wonder what I was thinking about. I was thinking of all you D Mom’s and D Dad’s out there. I was thinking how every night this is you, you up taking care of your child with diabetes. I am an adult with diabetes. I have to take care of myself when these events arise. But I can just say I greatly appreciate all you D Parents out there and what you go thru on a nightly basis so your little one can sleep.
I get up finally around 6:30, eat breakfast and jump on the computer. Hoping my day would get a bit better, maybe able to catch a nap latter. Ha-ha, yeah right.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Low alert, it is 2 hours after eating and my bg is 74. I guess the D Monster wants to spend the day with me today!