“Your correction didn’t work.”
“What do you mean? Did you fix it?”
My son looked at me a little strange. “There must have been a kink in the tubing or something. The correction didn’t work. I fixed it when I got up.”
It was now my turn to be perplexed. “Why didn’t you just fix it last night when I corrected you?” For some reason I feared an occlusion alarm last night but really didn’t worry because my son was awake and would be able to deal with it.
“Why would I fix it?” he asked. “I was asleep.”
I told him that he was not asleep. He jumped up in his bed when I took his finger to test and then sat there staring at me. When I did test him I asked him if he felt high. He said no so I retested to make sure that the meter was accurate. I also asked him if he had been high before he went to bed but he didn’t think he had remembered to do that last test.
My son continued to look at me like I was insane. “I did not wake up last night. I don’t remember you coming in to test me. I never talked to you after you went to bed until now.”
The look on my son’s face when he jumped up in his bed did make me wonder if he was low or a little bit out of it. My boys do talk in their sleep and have been known to climb walls while chasing someone in their dreams so the fact that my youngest failed to remember any of our conversation last night is not overly concerning. The fact that he was high after being lower the night before is more likely attributed to the incredible amount of restaurant pizza than it is to a rebound. All in all, its just another night in our slightly odd life with diabetes!
|I often feel like the mother in Robert Munch’s “Love you forever“|