It starts again. I hear it. My body and mind struggle with the sound; having a difficult time placing it.
Some nights it seems that Joe's Dexcom can alarm for a good hour before I wake enough to identify it. There are hours of my nights that are spent in that "middle" place...not awake...not sleeping...in a cloudy haze. Too tired to wake. Too awake to sleep. If that makes any sense what-so-ever.
Finally, I placed the sound. Shit. It is Dexter.
"LOW" is on the screen. The "Under 55 Low" alarm.
I kinda lay beside Joe, as I ready the glucometer...eyes half-focused...so tired...cannot really tell if he is breathing...he is not really moving...or responding to my touch as I handle his finger for lancing. Good. The blood comes quick after the poke. A sign of life.
The blood is wicked up the test strip. The glucometer counts down 5~4~3~2~1. A 105 graces the screen.
I shutdown Dexter. His accuracy has been off with this sensor.
I leave my 3:00am alarm set. The 105 bears watching.
A day-in-the-life of my nights watching over Joe.