Clifford is back home now, and Diabetes decided to welcome me back into day to day D care by throwing a 67 at me at 3:45 am. He wasn’t scheduled to be checked at this time, so thankfully his sister woke up which prompted me to test him. In the darkness of his room however I thought the meter said ‘37’. Which means I ran like a crazy lady through the house to get a juice box.
Not really the way I’d like to be welcomed back, but we all know how welcoming Diabetes can be :/