This morning I got up at the usual time. I let the dogs out. I took my insulin. I started the coffee. I put food bowls down. I let the dogs in. I started the laundry. I washed dishes. I got a cup of freshly brewed coffee, lay down beside a still sleeping Kevin, and started planning my day.
I am in a garden. It is small, but very important. Some kind of experiment is in progress. I hear Kevin calling me. I do not want to leave the garden.
Kevin woke up at 7, and discovered me sleeping. I don't remember going back to sleep. I was not sleepy when I lay down. I had no intentions of going back to sleep. I usually snuggle next to him in the morning. I never go back to sleep. It is dangerous for me to take insulin and sleep. The insulin I take every morning is supposed to last 24 hours. It is supposed to give me a steady supply of insulin all day without spiking, peaking, or making my sugar bottom out. But within one hour of taking it my sugar drops. That's why I can't go back to sleep. My doctor wants me to take this insulin BEFORE bed and I refuse. It's too dangerous. This morning my sugar dropped. Because I was asleep I didn't know.
I really didn't know anything was wrong. I didn't remember getting up. Kevin kept telling me I had to call in. I didn't understand why. I thought it was 4:30 and time to get up. I didn't know why I had to call in.
At one point, I was standing in front of the bathroom sink. A hand towel was was laying on the counter. I looked down and thought the towel was snow. The next time I looked, I saw a towel. I wondered where the snow went. I must have stood there for a long time because Kevin pulled me out of the bathroom. Then I lost a few minutes and the next time I looked around I was sitting on the couch and Kevin was giving me his phone, telling me to talk to my boss. I told my boss things were complicated. I told him I didn't know what time it was. He told me the time, then he started asking me other things which I couldn't comprehend. Kevin took the phone away. He told my boss I was having a low sugar. That was when I realized I was in trouble.
Kevin tested my sugar. 43. If I fall into the 30's I am practically in a coma. He fed me a brownie which made me feel like more like myself. Kevin saved my life. Again. If Kevin hadn't been home I would still be in the garden.