Today, I had one of those mornings. You know, one of those ones where I have all of these plans and none of them actually happen.
I planned on going for a run.
I set my alarm for 7am to set a temporary basal rate on my pump, with the intention of going out for my run around 9am.
So far, so good.
Another of my alarms went off at 8am. I pre-bolused for breakfast, and had every intention of getting up.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
I rolled back over and fell asleep.
Never, ever good!
A blood sugar of 2.9mmol stirred me from my sleep at 9.30am. Shaky and sweaty (and cursing myself), I made my way downstairs to the fridge and grabbed the cranberry juice, counting the sips, and I sunk to the floor, waiting for my blood sugar to come back up.
It's one of those occasions where I like to call for a do-over. Except I can't, so instead I'm eagerly awaiting Tuesday so I can try again.