As I stood in the bathroom Friday night, I had to count on my fingers. The math was too much for me any other way. Tuesday, Wednesday... one, two, three. I had to count twice because I didn't believe that I had gotten 11 days out of my Dexcom sensor.

I was still getting mostly good readings, but Friday things had started to get a little farther off than I like and I had put extra tape on the peeling sensor to keep it on as long as I could.

I was beyond thrilled with how things had gone over the last 11 days. I had not often gone over 200 and when I did I knew why. And my lows were kept at bay. I really felt like I was getting out of Dex what I should have been getting out of it all along. I had this goal in front of me to lower my A1C and I felt like Dex was helping me achieve that goal.

So Friday night I really had the itch to ditch Dex for a while and thought I'd be OK spending the weekend without it. And within 12 hours proved to myself how badly I needed it when I woke from a nap sweaty and incoherent at 48 mg/dL. That night I found myself over 400 mg/dL and woke Sunday morning over 200 mg/dL.

Again, I know what I did wrong in these situations, but having Dex on hand would have kept me from going so low (a low so bad that I found myself falling back to sleep while treating my low with Skittles because I was home with the kids alone and couldn't figure out how to tell No. 2 to get me a juice from the top shelf of the pantry) and certainly would have alerted me to the high high.

When I first started Dex earlier this year I remember feeling like it was almost too much information. But I feel a dramatic difference now; I'm really enjoying all the information and all the attention I can give to my blood sugar. I missed it, actually.