At 10 p.m. I lie in bed wondering if I was ever going to fall asleep. The Mr. had gone to bed an hour ago after a long day. His breathing was soft and soothing. I thought about turning on the news or reading on the computer.

At 12:10 a.m. I woke up in a fog. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming. I was lethargic and nauseated. I was so sweaty that I was sticking to the sheets. Luna, a tea cup chihuahua, was tangled in my feet as I tried to get out from under the sheets.

Panic began to set in. I knew I was low, but what seemed like hours passed before I had enough energy and mental powers to pull myself up to test.

I turned on my light and reached delicately for my meter. I was shaking badly and still horribly hot. Something woke The Mr.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm low."

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Did they notice? Was it obvious that something was... off? Did they wonder why I got so quiet? That I was saying stupid things?

I had tested at 110 mg/dL shortly before lunch. A and I drove to Wendy's to pick something up. I may have felt it before we walked into the cafeteria at work, but I can't really remember.

I felt it as I started eating. We were sitting with J, whose 7-year-old daughter was diagnosed with type 1 just over a year ago. It was mild, though, and I fooled myself into thinking it would go away.

Complex carbs. I had no fast sugar. It kept me from saying anything, from getting up to look for sugar, from asking for help. I knew J would understand the urgency. But it didn't feel urgent. It felt... foggy.

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Sunday, 10:30 p.m.: I'd just finished eating some cottage cheese and fresh pineapple thinking I was too low to go to bed. I had been 116 mg/dL after dinner and was around 110 mg/dL at bedtime. I had taken off Dexcom Saturday morning because the edges of the tape were getting frayed and the internal sensor was actually poking me funny. I decided to have a weekend without the extra equipment. But as I went to bed, I was really wishing I could see a trend line, especially since my finger sticks all weekend had been mostly lower than I expected.

Monday, 5 a.m.: I tested prior to getting out of bed and was not happy to see 322 mg/dL. It's kind of hard at 5 a.m. to figure out why you're that high, but I tried. The only thing I could come up with was that I was too aggressive with my bedtime snack. Also, I had momentarily gone back to using my lower abdomen for an infusion site and I thought it was possible that my site had gone bad. (READ MORE)

“Aaaaaaaaaargh!” I screamed. I practically slammed my meter down on my bedside table. The Mr., who was half asleep next to me, was startled.

“What?”

“85!” I said angrily as I stomped down to the kitchen. It was 10:30 p.m. and I was in bed and in no mood to deal with a blood sugar that was too low to go to sleep and a downward trend on Dexcom.

I ate a granola bar, though I didn’t want to. And drank a few sips of milk. And took inventory of dinner: steak, potatoes, green beans, birthday cake, milk.

I went back upstairs and watched Dex like a hawk continue to go down. I reached for the SweeTarts. And then I got cranky. I could feel it all over, but I showed it by saying “I hate Valentine’s Day” after watching a commercial for jewelry or chocolates or something equally Valentine’s Day. “It’s just so commercial.” (READ MORE)

A stayed with me for what seemed like forever, but was probably 10ish minutes. The kids' doctor, Dr. N, came in and stayed with me just as long. V was in and out offering help where she could.

A gave me SweeTarts. Then juice. We all talked about my pump and diabetes and Dex. We all watched the line on Dex continue to go low. And I kept saying this isn't about my blood sugar. I've never felt faint from a low before and I didn't have any of my other tell-tale low signs.

Dr. N asked if I had had diarrhea lately. Well, actually yes, I told her. She speculated that I was fighting something off. It started to make sense. I mean, I shot up to 300 practically without notice and in what seemed like a matter of minutes.

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So at the end of the first part of this post I was eating popcorn. I threw in some York peppermint patty pieces for a little holiday variety. My tummy was feeling better and while I had bolused for the cereal and some of the popcorn my sugar shot up to over 300 mg/dL before I knew it. I bolused again thinking I had underestimated carbs.

And then I left the office early to pick up the kids: the girls had their well child visits and No. 1 needed to see the orthodontist to have his retainer tightened. I continued to monitor Dex and while I had finally started to drop it seemed manageable and I felt fine.

Let me just say right now how much I adore our pediatrician's office. They are so thorough and take so much time to listen to what's going on and address every issue. Knowing that, it's no surprise that we were there nearly two hours this afternoon.

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