Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night, listening to strange noises in my house. It was very windy, and our house is almost 90 years old, but these didn’t sound like the normal creeks and grunts of an old house. My imagination flew straight to the assumption that a prowler was trying to get in . . . . or already had. I stared into the black night, wide awake, scrutinizing every sound. (In my defense, my house was robbed about seven years ago, so when I hear a strange noise in the night my mind goes right there first.) After a little while, K.C. jumped down from her favorite sleeping place (aka: on me) and ambled downstairs. Once I heard the crunch-crunch of her midnight snacking, I knew all was well with our house. If a crook had gotten in, my little fraidy cat would be cowering under our bed!
Since I was now wide awake, and since I haven’t done a middle-of-the-night finger-stick in a while, I decided to get up and test my blood.
Which made me wonder - how much of my late night paranoia is caused by diabetes throwing me a low, and how much is just me being a fraidy cat?