Sunday night, my sister arrived from Israel and landed in Toronto. My parents picked her up and they stopped at our house for a late dinner on the way home. Dinner was even later than expected due to a nasty headwind that delayed the flight by 1 1/2 hours. No big deal but it meant that I took insulin about an hour before going to bed. Not a good thing when you consider that it takes 4 hours for the insulin to completely disappear from my system.
Basically that meant that I was going to sleep without really knowing how my blood sugar was doing.
Right before bed, it was 5.4. That seemed ridiculously low considering that I had three more hours of insulin left. So I had three fig newtons, crossed my fingers and went to bed.
I fell fast asleep and then spent the next three hours running away from this.
My nightmares were absolutely terrifying and cruelly realistic. I could smell the dragons and feel their body heat as they hunted me. All the next day I could still hear their high pitched screams as they plunged out of the sky in full attack mode.
Finally I wrenched myself from sleep and, once my heart stopped pounding, I reached for my glucometer. I was 12.2. Not ridiculously high by any means but if I hang out anywhere near 12 or above for too long - the nightmares start.
I took about half the recommended dose of insulin that my pump suggested and went back to sleep.
Three hours later I was 3.4. How did I know that?
Because the dragons were back.
Fire breathing, high pitched screaming, mind-numbingly terrifying dragons.
I also have nightmares when my sugar drops too quickly.
I had a juice box and went back to sleep.
Two blissfully peaceful hours of sleep and then my alarm went off.
It was 5:30am, my blood sugar was a perfect 6.6 and I had 80 lengths of a pool to swim.
Up and at 'em girlie - the pool waits for no one.