Monday, March 28, 2011
Today's post is brought to you by the number 366.
Apparently, I was so daggone tired last night that I failed to hear Dex beeping.
Gregg checked Jack and he was 212 with I.O.B. (insulin on board). Dex was showing a nice slanted arrow downward, so Gregg left him alone and didn't treat.
A few hours later, he had spiked into the 300s. Jack's first check of the morning, showed 366. So he washed his hands really well and retested to see 306. Since there was a 60-point drop, he checked again and got 340.
He started his day high, and I started my day feeling horrible.
To me, 366, 306 and 340 are just numbers. To Jack, they represent the way he physically feels.
To know he could've felt better, if only I'd woken up... ugh!
I know I'm not the only one who's done this. I know it's not every night I do this. But still, I don't want to do that to him EVER!
And it scares me to think what if I were to sleep through a low alert for a super-low low? I can't go there.