Trey does not like to sleep in. He usually gets up several hours before me, makes coffee, and gets on the computer for an hour or two while I snooze. I must admit, having a CGM has done wonders for our marriage and my diabetes. I typically don't like to make diabetes a topic of conversation between us, but with Constance constantly beeping at me, she has made Trey more away of my diabetes and how varying my numbers can be. Pre-CGM, Trey only ever saw the paralyzing lows with me, sweaty laying on the couch, clutching a bottle of juice, and only managing a few words of speak like, "Low . . . juice . . . bunny." Bunnies have nothing to do with lows, but incoherent speak has been expected with my lows. But now that Trey can "see" my diabetes in action as much as I can, he's taken to letting me know I need to do something.
This past Saturday, Trey woke up to Constance beeping. I didn't hear her, so he grabbed her from underneath my pillow where he saw "LOW. Under 70 mg/dL." and the screen showed 67 mg/dL with a slight southeast arrow. "Holly, you're low." I mumbled something I don't remember, then Trey said, "Do you want a banana?" "Mmmm hmmm." "OK, I'll bring you a banana." Before I knew it, a banana appeared on my side of the bed. Trey standed over me long enough to make sure I ate it, then he went to the kitchen to make coffee and let me sleep in. I was able to sleep in 2 more hours and woke up at 127 mg/dL.
I love my husband. He puts up with me and my diabetes, and he brings me bananas (as opposed to driving me bananas).
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