Monday, June 2, 2014

Dexcom Darn you!

Dexcom woke me up, beeping at three am. Warning! Warning! You're below 55. Wake up! You're below 55! Beep! Beep! Warning! Warning! Danger!

I opened one eye. The screen said 48. I fumbled for my testing strips and checked my finger. 160. Dexcom!  You woke me up for no reason. Shut up!

I entered 160 in Dexcom and shut it off.

I'm not one of those people who can fall back to sleep after I wake up. My brain starts playing remember when? Only these are never pleasant memories. Why do they come pouring into my brain in the middle of the night? Flick on the Apple TV. Scroll to Netflix. Pick a random documentary on Ancient Egypt. Netflix has them all listed for me. Based on my profile I am fascinated with Ancient Egypt. I'm not. Shows about Ancient Egypt put me to sleep.

I slept for another hour. Dexcom woke me up beeping at four.

Warning! Warning! Your blood sugar is high! I repeat, your blood sugar is high! Danger! Danger! Warning! Warning!

I opened one eye. The screen said 237. I fumbled for my testing strips and checked my finger. 130. Dexcom! You woke me up for no reason again! Shut up!

Twice in one night it woke me up with false alarms. I wanted to throw my Dexcom across the room. I turned on another documentary about Ancient Egypt and fell asleep.

 My alarm clock went off at 5 in the morning.

Urgh! I'm not a morning person. I'm especially not a morning person when Dexcom goes crazy. The first night with a brand new sensor sucks. Hopefully, tonight is much better. Of course, tomorrow I don't have to get up at 5 in the morning. Thanks Dexcom. Thanks a lot. 

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