The thud my step-mother heard came from the first floor. It was my father hitting the ground when he woke up and tried to stand.

The first thing he remembers was a township police officer standing over him. Then his memory cuts to a big breakfast. The EMT stuck around, making sure he ate it all. My dad, a type 2 diabetic, had a blood sugar of 22.

Dad blames the brand new flat-screen television that was delivered that day. He was so consumed with playing with its features and admiring its picture that he forgot to have his usual bedtime snack and eventually fell asleep on the couch. Clearly he’s getting too much insulin if he’s eating a regular snack (without insulin) and still waking up on the low side, as he mentioned was the case recently.

"It’s so difficult to figure this disease out," he said to me over the phone. (READ MORE)

Oh, diabetes. You're so predictably unpredictable. I see what you're doing. You're just hysterical, aren't you? We're expecting high blood sugars after the site change, so you decide to go low all night. Whoa! Caught us off balance there, didn't ya? Zany diabetes up to his usual hijinks! You're so unoriginal. Why not grow a mullet and dance the Macarena while you're at it. Pathetic.

Here's a recap of last night.

8 pm - Charlie is 343 and not coming down after being high all afternoon. We decide a site change is in order. Charlie is unusually good during the site change. Why? He negotiated a $10 Lego toy if he didn't behave like a crocodile. (READ MORE)