Then my meter beeped to tell me my reservoir was low. (Ok, to be truthful it beeped the night before but I didn't feel like to changing it so I checked to see how many hours of insulin I had left. Omg, 19 hours! I'm only gonna sleep for about 7, I don't need to change it now! I rationalized...) And, luckily, I have always drank (drunken? drinked?) black coffee with one splenda so I don't have to worry about bolusing for coffee in the morning. But...eventually.... I had to get out of my wonderfully warm and comfy presents-covered bed and change my reservoir.
I don't know why I said this, as I wasn't really in a morbid mood, but I sighed, "Gotta get up and change this thing so I can live another day."
Later, after lunch and cupcakes! on the roof deck I had class from 6-9 pm (brutal!) Its 20+ miles from my house, and knowing greater Boston traffic, I leave 2 hours early just in case. Traffic was actually light, so I had an hour to kill before class. I decided to take a walk in a huge cemetery that's on the way to class. It was a nice day, the cemetery is nicely landscaped and is not at all freaky...
Well, that is, not at all freaky until this:
Two headstones next to each other: one with my name, one with my husand's name.
Who am I Ebeneezer Scrooge
with the Ghost of Taking-a-risk-by-not-refilling-your-reservoir-when-you-got-the-warning Future?
And on my birthday? Man!
(Other than this freaky episode, I really did have a wonderful birthday)