The other night I was woken up by a low. My CGMS was blaring and I when I opened my eyes I could feel that heavy, disoriented, spacey feeling washing over me.
I turned on the lamp on my night stand and sat there.
“Honey, are you low?” I don’t think she heard the CGM but I think she just wakes up whenever I need her. She’s like a superhero.
My grunting confirmed it and she headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. She also handed me my machine off of my dresser.
As I heard the sound of cupboards opening and things being moved around in the kitchen I had a strange thought.
I cannot wait until this is over. I am tired of this.
For a moment, my glucose deprived brain thought of diabetes as a flu or cold. Something that I would get over with a few rounds of antibiotics, not a disease that I have to live with until a cure is found. Or I expire.
It was a quick moment but that moment was nice. I know it was not from a sound mind but it honestly felt as this was just a passing thing I would get over eventually.
As quick as it came it went.
“What the hell is wrong with me? This shit is ‘til death do us part!’”
No sooner after that did my wife bring something in for me to eat. I started to feel better when I finally went back to bed.
Laying there I thought about that moment. I remember how I believed it. I remembered how I wished to be true and how awesome that would be for all of us.