The Right Side

Ah! Time for bed

Finally a cool night

Good sleeping weather

I make it to bed first, before Jeff

Decide, which side of the bed do I want tonight?

Left side, alarm side, middle-of-night-BG-checker side

Right side, sleep side

Chose right side

So tired

Pull down covers

Roll to my side

Sleep

Dream

  

BEEP! … BEEP! … BEEP!

2:30 am

Hear angry slap of alarm

Jeff throws back covers

Click of bathroom light

Setup pricker

Shuffle down the hall

Feel badly

But roll back over, anyway

Sleep

 

Krinkle … Krinkle … Krinkle

What’s that?

Ah, juice box straw

“Ben’s low?”

“No, not really, 85”

“How about setting a temp basal?”

“Just did that”

“Still need juice?”

Grumply reply, “I don’t really know”

Quietly reply, “OK”

Roll back over

Need to stop nagging

I chose right side

Sleep

 

Sun shines through blinds

Wake up

7:00 am

Shower

Come down stairs for breakfast

Ben already sitting at table

Jeff at stove cooking bacon

Ask, “What’s your number?”

Jeff snaps, “High”

Ben adds, “220”

Jeff grumbles, “I shouldn’t have given him the juice”

I try to reassure, “That’s OK.  We can fix now”

  

Silence

I walk to get coffee

Stand right next to Jeff now

Sadly this time,

Jeff mumbles again, so only I can hear,

“But I was nervous …

I was tired …

I just wanted to sleep …

And not be scared”

I pour my coffee

Then I mumble back,

“It’s OK …

I get it …

I chose the right side.”