It was 2am when I started hearing voices again. But being the stubborn person I am, I rolled over and tried to ignore them. My blood sugar was 9.8mmol/l before bed at midnight and I didn't take a correction dose. I shouldn't have been low.
"You need to check your blood sugar, kid" that internal voice tells me.
I, of course, still chose to ignore it. Logic told me that I shouldn't be hypo, so therefore I'm wasn't!
"Gibbs! Blood sugar! Check! Now!"
But I still wasn't having any of it. Logic was telling me otherwise.
"Blood. Sugar. Check."
I don't know how much time passed, but I arose from my slumber, shaking, sweaty and disorientated.
I reached for my meter and tried to check, but shaky hands made it impossible. So I just treated with glucose tablets (ones I bought from Walmart that come in pots of 50 - it's the little things in life...)
My eyes were heavy, probably due to both sheer tiredness after spending the day at Universal Studios and the hypo itself.
After the shakiness had lessened, I reached for my meter again to check my blood.
"Woah, I must have been low!"
I carried on treating the hypo with glucose tablets and I ate a granola bar too. I changed my pyjama top, re-checked my blood (8.2mmol/l), and once again allowed sleep to take over my body.
Damn that internal voice always being right! Very glad to not be leaving the villa today!