It woke me up just before 2 a.m.

I was uncomfortable and confused; hot.

The Mr. was sleeping soundly next to me, but I didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

My heart was pounding like a cartoon character in love -- in and out of my chest.

I felt like I was hyperventilating.

Finally awake and aware of what was happening to me, I eyed my meter; it was just an arm's length away but felt so, so far.

I tried to reach for it, but my arms flopped around like the bones and muscles had been removed.

So tired. I just wanted to sleep. I felt like a coma.

The Mr. was still sleeping and I still didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

I was beginning to feel desperate and hollow. I had thrown the covers off just half of me and my exposed leg was hot and cold.

I finally was able to prop myself up on my shoulder and grab my meter. Then the shaking started.

I was rather shocked to see 62 mg/dL. I felt wretched and more like 22 mg/dL.

Juice. Then as many Smarties as I could stay awake for.

I had promised myself I would walk in the morning but after so much straight sugar I was afraid of crashing again.

I longed for some protein and complex carbs. And actually made a mental note to put some cheese crackers on my bedside table.

My heart began to settle and I realized how cold my leg was.

Still so, so tired and while I was beginning to feel better, I still felt like death.

I hate this.