Reason #497 Why I Hate Diabetes
The time: Last night, 11:30 p.m.
The place: My bedroom.
I had just brushed my teeth, climbed into bed and was surfing Twitter on my laptop.
amblass I think I’m low. Let’s find out if I’m right.
I lean over and grab my glucose monitor from my purse, which was tossed haphazardly on the floor.
Prick my finger. Wait 5 second.
amblass ::Drum roll:: 81 mg/dl! Close enough for this post-gym bedtime reading. My prize? A Mixed Berry Juicy Juice. And maybe a couple of cookies.
Tottered off to the kitchen. Grabbed aforementioned Juice Juice box and slyly slid out two peppermint flavored Oreos (okay, they weren’t Oreos, they were Jo-Jo’s from Trader Joe’s). And I didn’t really slyly slide anything out. I live alone.
Slurped down the juice and munched on the cookies.
These don’t taste so good, I thought.
amblass Oh how I love going low after I brush my teeth… Fruit juice and toothpaste… YUM!