My son woke up at 10:30pm sick with the stomach flu. I was hoping he'd go back to sleep and not be sick again. Boy, was I wrong. He was sick every 30 minutes for the next several hours. At around 1am I turned my early morning swim alarm off. By 4:00 am he'd finally fallen asleep. At 6 my husband got up for work and I was so alert with taking care of my son throughout the night that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep. I texted my sister and let her know I wouldn't be able to watch her kiddos. Luckily, Grandpa was home from work so she didn't have to miss.
Gladly, I got a little more rest until almost 8 am when it was time to get Little Brother off to school. I thought it would be great to sleep while he was at school so that The Boy and I could get a little more rest but by 9 am he was ready to be up for the day. I jumped in the shower, didn't bother with hair, make-up, or regular clothing and started in on a long day of cleaning.
The smell of sick was so strong that I decided I'd better go ahead and clean and disinfect the entire house. I've never cleaned so much of this house in a single day before. I did several loads of laundry: all of the bedding, bath mats, towels, and cleaning rags. I cleaned all three bathrooms, bedrooms, and all of the floors. Man, this house feels big!
The Boy did okay but he was definitely sick! I tried my best to keep him isolated and just sprayed Lysol on everything else. Usually, when I clean like that, I'll have a massive low-blood sugar. But, for some reason, it never came. So I never stopped. I worked on cleaning the house from about 11am until 7pm; seriously like all day almost without stopping. I didn't feel much like eating and barely did all day. I had a couple of apples, some toast, and a yogurt. That was about it. I'm not sure why my sugar never dropped but it did spike at one point. Even after correcting that, I never fell.
But last night, my blood sugar made up for it. I've had many a middle-of-the-night lows but never one like I had last night. I desperately wanted a hot bath after "dinner" so I soaked for a little while and the Dexcom alerted me that I was low when I was just about ready to get out. So I dressed and scooped myself a heaping 1 cup serving of ice cream and enjoyed it. I was still falling when I started drifting off to sleep so I treated with 4 glucose tablets and fell asleep. About 2 hours later I woke with another low. Tested, treated, and reduced my basal to 80%. Usually, that would send me high. Nope! Not this time. An hour and a half later I woke with ANOTHER low, tested, treated, and reduced my basal again. I was shocked when I woke to a flat-line at 100 mg/dl on the Dexcom screen. By the time I ate breakfast my number was 85. Such an odd series of events for me.