Mostly True Memoirs
There’s nothing like a 4:00 am hypo on April Fools’ Day.
I got up with the Grown Son and helped him raise his numbers.
He went back to bed.
I can never sleep after one of those middle-of-the-night scares.
I put up some coffee and began to unpeel his fruit stickers from all over the kitchen.
There’s nothing like a disturbing diabetes episode to put the fruit sticker flinging into perspective.
I guess I’m going to need a new Inciting Incident.