Could you please just leave us alone today? We're very tired after being up most of the night trying to do battle with the scary lows you kept causing for reasons we cannot figure out.
We thought that giving our daughter a grand total of 45 extra grams of carbs through the night would be enough, but we were wrong when you made her BG plummet to the 50s at 4:00 am, and then again at 8:00 am.
Not to mention that we've be fighting these stupid lows all day today, stuffing carbs into her as a glassy-eyed gambler stuffs coins into a slot machine. All the while watching her BG struggle to get over 100, just to take a nosedive about 15-30 minutes later.
You think you may be winning, but you fail to realize that our wicked diabetes-defying skills paired with our new secret weapon (aka the CGM), we are totally going to bitch-slap you back into submission.
This is not a threat, but a promise. You have been warned.