I’ve written before about how overnight hypos are my schoolyard bullies in the diabetes world (see Overnight Shenanigans and Hypos, Dementors and Nutella). Right now, I’m working my hardest to try and get my overnight BGs sorted. I am so sick and over either having random lows in the middle of the night or waking up higher than where I like to be. The latter is something I can deal with no big dramas. It’s dealing with the morning after the lows that suck. Continue reading “The Morning After (when zombies cry)”
