Let’s all agree, middle-of-the-night lows are the worst kinds of lows. They give you bad dreams, they set your CGM on fire, they make your sheets sweaty, and they ruin what might otherwise be a perfectly tranquil night of sleep.
I used to treat overnight lows by stumbling into the kitchen, sucking down a miniature juice box, and sitting in the dark on the couch, waiting to feel normal. Or by shaking my husband awake and sending him down the hallway for snacks. The last few weeks, however, I’ve been keeping bags of candy next to my bed, and I think I prefer gummy bears to grape juice.
All I have to do is roll over, grab a handful of whatever morsels are in the bag, and lay flat on my back while I eat some delicious candy. There’s no turning on the light, no waking anyone up, no accidentally stepping on the cat on the way to the kitchen. I use my chest as a plate, I eat, and then I roll over and go back to sleep.
I hadn’t considered the potential consequences of this until I got up for work yesterday morning.
“What the hell is that?!” my husband asked, pointing to the sheets. I looked back and squinted, wondering if our bed had become host to a mutant species of bedbugs, or if my CGM site had started bleeding in the middle of the night.
But no, it was neither of those things. Instead, I’d spent the last 5 hours of the night incubating a runaway Haribo Mini Rainbow Frog. A red one, to be exact — a gummy, amphibious reminder of the midnight candy bender that had kept me alive until morning. So I did what any shameless diabetic would do: I plucked that squishy little sucker out of the sheets and popped him into my mouth. (And he was delicious, the perfect breakfast amuse bouche.)
Gummy frogs may not be the healthiest, neatest, or most obvious choice for treating lows overnight, but they keep me from croaking, and that’s all I need. Heh.