This morning started by Jackie telling me repeatedly to wake up.
After about 20 minutes, I had enough strength to get my tester and test my blood sugar. 56. Oh, great.
I called my mom upstairs.
(I seem to call people when I’m low and tell them my number..this happens a lot.)
Any way, I called Mom and told her my number.
Do you have some juice by your bed?
I said, “yes, but what about going to get my a1c test done? we were going to do that this morning…”
“You can’t right now, your number is too low! You won’t make it, drink some juice and we can go tomorrow.”
Darn. this is not so cool. But maybe next Friday, I can go over without having a low blood sugar and get my wonderful a1c test‚ I’m a little nervous about the results, I have a feeling they are not going to be very good