Jeez! The day is shot already! [View all]

This is why I'm half-crazy a lot of the time.

Type 1 diabetic who wears a Dexcom continuous glucose monitor. I disabled my "high glucose alarm" because I don't care if my glucose goes high when I am sleeping. But going too low, that's a big problem. I have my low glucose alarm set to go off it my glucose drops to 90, so that gives me time to eat something before it really crashes.

I was feeling good last night. Ready for a nice rest, and a productive day today. Glucose was at 220 before bed because I ate some delicious take out pizza yesterday. Told myself...ehhh...it will probably drop to normal while I sleep, but I'll shoot just a few units of insulin just in case it hangs too high overnight. So I did that.

I eat a pot gummy or two before bed. Not to get high, but to sleep. I fall asleep before I get stoned and sleep right through.

Shot some insulin, ate two gummies, got my two favorite heavy blankets over me, and crawled into my recliner to sleep (bad back....sleep in a recliner). This was around midnight.

3:00 AM. In dreamland. Sleeping hard. All very nice. Glucose drops to 90 after a little less than 3 hours of sleep. Alarms on both my phone and my Dexcom receiver are screaming at me.

BEEEEPPPPPP BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEPPP BEEEEEEEPPPP.

Huh? Wha...wtf is this shit????

Oh fuck...it's Dexcom. Glucose is too low.

It wakes me up and I'm stoned as hell, and I REALLY didn't want to get up and eat. Frozen in the chair, stoned, no sleep, tired.

OK, there is something called "feet on the floor phenomenon" where if your body thinks you are waking up, your liver will dump glucose into your blood to try to wake you up.

I'll just put my feet on the floor and sit here and maybe my glucose will rise. No problem. So my feet are on the floor and I'm drifting back to sleep.

BEEEEPPPPPP BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEPPP BEEEEEEEPPPP.

Oh fuck off you fucking piece of shit! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Drifting back to sleep again. Now my glucose is dropping to the urgent level, so the alarms change and start going bug fuck crazy.

BEEEEPPPPPP BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEPPP BEEEEEEEPPPP. EEEEEPPPP EEEEEEP EHHHHHH EHHHHHH!!!

FUCK YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!

Now I'm thinking...I'm too stoned to walk downstairs to the kitchen.

BEEEEPPPPPP BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEPPP BEEEEEEEPPPP. EEEEEPPPP EEEEEEP EHHHHHH EHHHHHH!!!

Then I remembered...there's one piece of pizza left in the fridge!! Yes!!! That will hit the spot at 300AM. I'll have a 6 ounce can of soda with it!! yes!! Perfect!!!

Stumble downstairs in my underwear. Open the fridge.

Where the fuck is the slice of pizza? I know it's in here? Where is it?

I know it's here...you're not seeing it because you're too stoned. Keep looking.

Where is it?

I start tearing apart the whole fridge. I know it's in here...

Then I realized. "SOMEONE ELSE IN THIS HOUSE ATE THE GODDAMN PIZZA SLICE BEFORE BED".

Fuck.

So I ate a lemon yogurt, a can of soda, stumbled back upstairs. Now I'm wide awake posting on DU in the wee hours.

Went back to sleep, and today was unusual, because usually when this happens, I wake up a few hours later. But today? I slept until almost noon, and I'm still trying to wake up. I don't think I've slept this late since college days.

So now I'll probably be doing my workout and taking care of my chores tonight at 1000pm, because I still can't get my ass in gear.

And the thing is...this horseshit happens about 3 times a week, so I am perpetually sleep deprived. I've been a type 1 for several decades, and I still can't figure out these nighttime lows.

First world problems, I guess, but still...