I keep lighting to a minimum during these checks because basically, I don’t want to wake myself up. I know how hard it is to get me back to sleep and I really don’t want to experience that sort of torture. I found a meter on the kitchen table. I inserted a test strip, grabbed a lancing device and headed up the stairs to check my sleeping child’s blood.
My mind was screaming, “You’ve only just fallen asleep so you KNOW he is going to be low! You are just never going to get any sleep tonight!”
I tried to ignore myself. I searched for an available finger and eventually wrestle it down. The blood flow was good that night. He must have been high. I waited for those five seconds to see…..Error 5.
What the…..???? What the heck is an “error 5” anyway? Back downstairs to get another test strip. Stupid meter. There was a tonne of blood. Did the diabetes gods not realize that this is just going to wake me up?? I did not need exercise at 3am!
Okay, new test strip, back upstairs, wrestle finger again, lots of blood still, strip full and…..Error 5. What the heck is a flippin’ Error 5??? I had had enough! Back downstairs I went for the third freaking time.
Can you tell that diabetes had done it and woken me up? Yep, I was awake and I was not taking this crap from this meter. I grabbed its identical, although slightly different colored twin, who was coded for the same test strip lot. I also grabbed the bottle of test strips. I would get a reading without doing my morning workout on the stairs!
Again, I found a hand as it stretches in its sleep. I snafu’d it quickly and lanced it. The blood remained lovely and deep red. Strip sipped said blood and….Finally a reading of 7.5 (135)! Good enough for me. I didn’t need a perfect 7. I needed some sleep!
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