Well hello there, Mr. Crazy out-of-nowhere-middle-of-the-night low.
It’s been a while, but as soon as I woke up at 2:15, felt strange, and put my hand on the back of my sweaty head (in the air conditioning), I knew you were back.
And it wasn’t just my head: my PJs, my pillow, my bed, everything was drenched with sweat. I didn’t even bother getting my meter to check right away. I just grabbed a juice box and started sucking back The Thing That Brings Me Back Up.
After a small snack and even more juice, about half an hour later, I was staring at 81 mg/dL on my meter.
I’ll bet you were thinking you could sneak up on me, right? You thought I had let down my guard, that I would just sleep peacefully right through it all. Until, you know, I wasn’t sleeping anymore.
The fact that I didn’t, that I actually did wake up and take the necessary steps to save my life, must have pissed you off. Because I had that awful post-hypo hangover that was only partially mitigated by a long, hot shower. Also, I had a 258 mg/dL on my meter this morning.
But that’s okay. I’m still here, Mr. Crazy out-of-nowhere-middle-of-the-night low. I’m still here. I bested you this time. I’m not giving up. And I’ve got my eye on you. So watch it.