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I could hear my alarm going off somewhere in the distance, trying to pull me from my sleep.
I shut the alarm off and rolled back over.
Cue my second alarm (I know what I'm like when it comes to 3am blood sugar checks!)
I fumbled trying to switch it off, and closed my eyes once more.
Now, I often require two alarms for those 3am wake-ups, but after the second I'm usually okay to quickly check my blood sugar, treat/correct/leave, and go back to bed.
I willed my eyes open and reached for my meter and test strips. That's when I realised that my hands were shaking and my pyjama top felt damp.
I was low. Like, really low, given I'd ignored my two alarms.
My meter confirmed this - 1.9mmol.
I reached for the carton of juice on the bedside table and quickly started drinking.
As soon as that was finished, I reached for my glucose tablets and willed my mouth to chew down a couple of them.
And then I waited. I grabbed my phone as a distraction - checked Facebook, emails, anything to keep my eyes open as I waited for my blood sugar to come back up.
35 minutes after my first alarm went off, I was at 4.5. Back to my slumber I returned.