I awaken to a shrill beeping sound. In my head, I know what it is. But I'm tired. I reach down and push the buttons on my pump to make it stop. Just like it was an alarm clock with a snooze button.
In my sleep-hazed mind, I know I should look to see if it is informing me of a high or a low. I unclasp my pump from the waist band of my pajama bottoms and lay it on my stomach. Almost too tired to even bring it up to my face.
I lay there drifting, I know, back to sleep. But I shake myself and push the "down" button, knowing it will turn on the pump back-light. My CGMS says 80. But I can tell from the drastically dipping trend line, that I'm probably much lower.
I could roll over and turn on my bed-side lamp. But I don't. I don't want to wake up. And I know where everything is anyway.
I grab for my meter. Using my pump as a dim light, I test my blood sugar. 64.
I don't even zip up my meter case. I just push it to the edge of the bed and grab the juice box that I know sits by my alarm clock.
I down it quickly and roll back over and drift back to sleep.
I wake up with my still unzipped meter next to me. I turn off my alarm clock. I test again. I'm 114.