Whisper Words of Wisdom

Today’s Prompt: Let It Be. What’s something that bothers you or weighs on you? Let it go. Talk out the letting go process and how you’re going to be better to yourself for it.

I'm going to use today's prompt to give you some words of wisdom about marriage.

Everyone will give you advice about how to make your marriage strong, communicative, fulfilling...and some of it is bunk.

The piece that is bunk for us is the "Never go to bed angry" mentality.

Hubster and I rarely have real discord, but when we do, as with many couples, it can get ugly. And the truth of our ugliness is that neither of us wants to let it go. And the later it gets and the more tired we are, the worse the yelling. The worse the tension. The worse the holding on. We can't just let it be.

But we learned years ago that if we would just GO TO BED ANGRY, we would wake up refreshed and in love. I don't know why it works for us, but it does. The sun is shining, we're apologizing over a cup of hot coffee, and we're hugging extra long at the door before one of us leaves for the day.

That was us a few days ago. Both of us were overtired and overworked. Both of us were angry that the other couldn't accommodate what we felt we needed to relax and unwind, so instead of winding down, we got wound up. We spent a good two hours trying to work it out, but in the end, rest was the answer.

Sometimes the best advice people have to give you won't work for you. You have to learn to let go of expectations and live in your reality. My reality is that we are unreasonable grumps when we're tired. And that our love for one another is secure enough that we know the other will be there in the morning, ready to face another day as a couple.

When the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me.

Shine on until tomorrow. Let it be.

This post was written as part of NHBPM - 30 health posts in 30 days: http://bit.ly/vU0g9J.

One Hundred and Thirty Four

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?

134.

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.
"34?"
"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.