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.

10 pm - 81 with active insulin. We give him three-quarters of a 4 ounce juice box.

Would normally go to sleep, but no point if I'm just going to wake up at 11:30 pm to test him again. For a long time Susanne was doing the night checks solo. Not healthy night after night. I'm trying to give her a break.

11:30 pm - 120 with .4 active. This could be trouble. Insulin has the inside track on juice it seems.

"120!" I tell Susanne. She moans. "I'll check him at 12:15," I tell her.

12:15 am - I flop his hand down on the pillow like I'm filleting a fish. 74. Charlie sucks down half a juice box, his eyes closed like a blind saxophone player. I lift him from under his arms and carry him into the bathroom. I usually don't make it in time. Tonight I'm lucky that he held his fire.

6:50 am - I wake in a panic. I overslept. I usually leave for work at this time. I never checked him again. Did I? I can't be trusted. Some vampire I am. I relax once I hear that he's alive and well - running around downstairs.

Turns out it was Susanne's turn to get up. I don't even remember having that conversation. It's a blur. Susanne got up at 3 am and he was 88. She gave the rest of the 12:15 juice box. Two whole juice boxes and he wakes at 76. Amazing.

Charlie's doctors think we get up too much overnight. They think we shouldn't have to.

Doctors without children with diabetes are funny.