An Early Start to the Day

So I am awaken at 4:30AM by Mr. Beeps. I try desperately to turn on the back light of the pump but failed. I got out of bed, and flicked on the light. Low Battery and low sugar. Great...okay so I go to the kitchen, grab a butter knife and a battery and head back to the bedroom. Sounds like a horror story! I change the battery out and look at the sensor numbers. Yup, dropping low. The sensor read 88 and falling with active insulin, so I got up and tried to wake Vince. He opened his eyes and I told him he was going low and I shoved a glucose tablet in his mouth and proceeded to yell "eat it, chew it, don't choke!" over and over until he caught until he on and chewed. I asked him over and over, (or more like demanded) and kept shaking up until he came too, why he had active insulin at this hour of the morning and he wouldn't answer me. I got out his tester, and pricked his finger: 73. I yelled, "your not that weak! Answer me!!!!" I went to the kitchen again and this time got a cup of ice tea for him to gulp down. I brought it to him and told him to drink fast. He gulped down the entire cup in a few minutes and I started again. "why do you have active insulin?!" he finally said it was because he was high when he went to bed and that he must have overcorrected. This is a big thing with Vince. Overcorrecting. With all of his complications, he overcorrects because he is afraid of being to high, and then we have lows to deal with. Anyway, I asked him why he wasn't answering me even though he wasn't that weak. He then explained that since he hasn't been weak in a little while, the 73 hit him harder than usual. Then the tears started. His first, then mine. I asked him what in the world was wrong. He said he knows taking care of him is a full time job of mine and he doesn't like being sick. He doesn't like that I have to take care of him and wonders why I married him. This is when my tears started. I am thinking in my head, "what can I say to that, to make it all better" I just told him that I love him and that is why I do it and that is why I married him. I asked him how HE puts up with ME while I am yelling at him. Although I am not yelling at him. I am yelling at the stupid situation that is no ones fault really, except D. All I could do was hug him and tell him it is what it is and we will get through it. What else can I say? so I finally calm him enough and he falls back to sleep. The light got turned off somewhere in the crying and I lay back down but of course my mind gets the best of me when I am trying to go to sleep so I just think and think. How none of this is fair. I figure if I get out of bed and write it down, then maybe I can clear my mind and get a little more sleep before going to work. Well it is now 5:30AM so I am going to go to bed and try to rest.