I know, I know. You are on day 9 of 24/7 work and you’re tired. Believe me, I get it. Your fatigue lead to a non-reading of “???” right at bed time last night. When, I just happened to be running in the 300s (Damn you Cookout milkshake and your heavenly goodness). I decided to see if perhaps you just needed a nap and would resurrect yourself as I have heard rumors of this happening. I, being the
responsible nervous diabetic (Hey, I just read a story about a 29 year old’s dead in bed death), set my alarm for 1:30 am to check my sugar. Imagine my surprise when you not only resurrected, but you resurrected accurately! Only off by 18, woot! It lives!
But, sensor pal, you seem to have quite the case of the Mondays today (I do too – I am really angry that I didn’t win the powerball and am here, at the j.o.b). You, without consulting me, have decided that last night’s break wasn’t enough and you needed another nap this morning. Seriously, how tired can you be? Fine, nap, because, well, I’m at work and don’t have one of your pals around to replace you (mental note, throw spare sensor into my work bag). You nap, you snore, and all of a sudden !buzz!, you are alive and ready to take on the world!
Or maybe not. After your miraculous second resurrection, you informed me that my sugar was 274, when in reality it was 199. That’s it; you are out of the circle of trust today, Sensor! I will not be trusting your readings until I can replace you.
Wait just a minute. I just checked my sugar and it’s 139, but you are telling me I’m 144. Could it be? Are you back and back for good? Or are you just going to continue to drive me nuts like a pms-ing 16 year old girl going through a breakup?
What’s it going to be sensor? Huh?