I got up in the middle of the night last night to go to the bathroom and decided to test my BG before I went back to sleep. I'd been trending in the low 80s before bed and had munched on 3 Hershey Kisses to bring it up a bit. How'd I do?
Not bad, but not where I wanted it to float til morning either, so I took a portion of my pump's suggested bolus and climbed into bed.
Ten minutes or so ticked by and I was still awake. Hubster stirred and reached over to "wake" me sleepily, as he often does to check on me.
"How are you?"
"134," I answered.
"134. I'm fine."
"Do you need something?"
"One hundred and thirty four," I hissed back, articulating each word.
"When did you test?"
I looked at my PDM. "Eleven minutes ago."
He got out of bed and wandered out of the bedroom. A few minutes later, he reappeared and shoved a Rice Krispie treat and two Kashi granola bars in my hand.
"That's only sixty, but it's enough to get you started," he said.
"My blood sugar is ONE HUNDRED and thirty four, honey."
Awkward, sleepy silence. "What?"
I explained again.
"I thought you were saying you wanted 134 grams of carb. I thought it seemed excessive, but I thought, for a 34..."
He had stood at the pantry, racking his brain to try to do convoluted midnight math to come up with the right items to equal 134g of carb.
I don't remember at what point we both started laughing, but it took me another 15min to stop giggling and go to sleep.
"Why do I have the feeling the whole DOC is going to hear about this?" he mumbled as he drifted back to sleep.
I woke up three hours later to my Navigator beeping that I was 69. Luckily, I had a ridiculous stockpile of carby goodness to raid on my nightstand. I chose the smallest item (17g) and woke up two hours after that in the low 100s.