For this optimistic, inspirational women, I am finding life kind of tough right now.
It’s 9.40 and hubby is still in bed. He got up at 3 to go to the toilet, and then just after 4 with a sugar low. He was so disorientated that he couldn’t do a sugar reading. I have orange juice in individual boxes, with straws, and managed to get him to drink a little. I then opened the packet of McVitie’s chocolate biscuits I bought for myself, and forced him to eat 2, and the rest of the orange juice. By then it was almost 5, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Hubby is catching up, and I have no idea when he will wake up. It’s 10 days of him not feeling well now, so can’t wait for his doctor’s visit.
I am monitoring his sugar at night, and have reduced the amount of insulin he takes. It just doesn’t make sense to me, but I will keep trying until the 18th, and then take the results to his doctor. I, of course, attend all his doctor’s visits.