Lenny and Harold were first introduced in this post. They are the voices in my head whose main job is to tell me when something is amiss with Elise. They could also be called a Mother's Intuition.
Lenny: Pssst, hey... human pancreas. Wake up!
Me: Huh? Wazzat? What's going on?
L: Look, you should really go check Elise's blood sugar. We think it's important.
Me: What time is it? Only 11:00? Seriously guys?
Harold: Seriously, go check her.
Me: I just checked her 45 minutes ago. She was 210, and it's only been 2 1/2 hours since her shot. Trust me, nothing is going on.
H: Trust us. Get outta bed, waddle your pregnant butt down the hallway, and give her BG a look-see, will ya?
Me: Guys, give me a break. Between you and Bruce the bladder waking me up every other hour to squeeze out a spoonful of urine, I'm getting no sleep. All work and no sleep makes Joanne a very grumpy pancreas. She's not due to be checked for another 2 hours or so. Let me go back to sleep.
L: Yeah, that's not happening. Get up, or you'll have to listen to our rendition of Beyonce's "All the Single Ladies".
Me: I'm up, I'm up!
Harold and Lenny are mercifully quiet as I go to check on Elise. The theme from "A Summer Place" plays quietly in my head.
Me: Yeah... guys? I totally owe you an apology. She was 111. How she dropped from 210 to 111 in only 45 minutes is beyond me, but I gotta go get some carbs in her. I don't know how you do it, but I'm glad you do.
L & H: That's what we're here for.
This is just my playful attempt at pointing out the importance of listening to your gut, those little voices, your intuition; whatever you want to call it. I can't even count how many times we've caught a low (or impending low), thanks to "Lenny and Harold".
Now Bruce, on the other hand, needs a good talking to...
12 hours ago