We celebrated the Superbowl at a neighbor's house with a TON of yummy food.
Sugar had her fill.
Maybe MORE than her fill, actually.
Her blood sugar took a little ride into orbit.
After a two corrections, I checked her Dexcom around midnight.
It was 220 with a diagonal downward arrow.
I fully expected that she would land softly and have a great night since there wasn't any active insulin in her system.
Around 2:30, I felt a forceful jolt waking me up.
There was an overwhelming instinct to get up and check her.
She just kept going.
No end in sight.
These pictures were taken AFTER the first juice box.
She could have been the next blue candle.
And that's very hard to swallow.
Today's Joy: Angels all around us.