Inconvenience Overload.

The theme from Top Gun rang out from my hip as I brushed my teeth, in that giant-piano-on-the-floor-from-the-movie-Big sort of way.  "What?!""LOW BATTERY.""Stupid thing just needed a battery ... I need to call Animas about this ... grumble, grumble, ..." reaching for my meter case to grab the quarter and backup battery I keep in there."BEEEEEEEEEP!" wailed the Dexcom, the screen awash with red letters signaling a low blood sugar."Oh come on, you too?!"I put the battery back into the meter case and retrieved the meter instead.  Low confirmed at 54 mg/dL.  I went downstairs into our kitchen to grab a sip of juice and half of a banana.  The pump alarmed again, urging me to change the battery."Shut up, you."After finishing my late night hypoglycemic snack, I went upstairs to change the pump battery.  And then I had to brush my teeth to get rid of that "who loves plaque!" feeling from my mouth.  And then I checked the Dexcom again, which was still hypo alarming."Are you okay?" asked Chris from the bed, mostly asleep (since it was 1:00 am and we should have been asleep hours ago but Breaking Bad is such a good show and we might be addicted to watching previous seasons on Netflix.)"No-sleep, pump-battery, low-blood-sugar, brush-teeth bullshit," I said in a flurry of frustration as I tucked underneath the comforter."Whaa?""... diabetes." Somet...
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