1AM Lows. -Emma.

At 10.30PM I checked my sugar. 15.1 (270). Bolused 1.1 units of correction, which should have lowered my BG about down to 130-160ish. I drifted restlessly to sleep by 11.30.

At 1AM, I jarred awake, drenched in cold sweat and horribly nauseous. It was one of those times when you JUST KNOW that something is horribly wrong. As I sat up, a wave of nausea spread down from my head through to my stomach, and I instinctively fell back onto my back on the bed. In the still silence, I reached up to my table and got my meter, turning on the lamp.

1.8. Well, that's low.

Ignoring the fact that I felt like I was about to throw up and pass out at the same time, I walked across my room to my bag, and grabbed a juice. I couldn't stand up any more, so I lay on the floor of my bedroom, not even noticing or caring about the cold around me, drinking the juice in about 4 seconds flat.

Grabbing a bag of fruit pastilles, I lay there with a mouth full of candy, my clammy palm resting on my stomach, my pump on the floor beside me and my phone in my other hand.

I'm exhausted. I hate night lows.