The other night was one of those times where I needed saving. Some may say it could be timing, coincidence, or luck. But to me, it’s nothing short of a guardian angel.
I go to sleep, but this time my CGM didn’t alert me of a low blood sugar. A simple malfunction or loss of signal perhaps. Any other night I would get alerted, wake up, and care for my blood sugar. But not this night.
On the other side of the house a smoke alarm beeps 3 times. My husband wakes up quickly and goes to figure out where the loud noise is coming from. There’s no fire, no one awake in the house but himself, and it never went off again after he woke up - (Even days later).
He then goes to check on me. Puts his hand on my chest and notices that I’m sweating profusely. He wakes me up and I feel weak and confused. He hands me a handful of M&M’s and as I eat I slowly start to become alert and well.
I thank him for waking me up. I feel distraught on how I can do so good for so long and have just ONE bad night with diabetes. He asks me if I heard the smoke alarm going off and I said no. It didn’t click in then, but the next day I really thought about weird that was.
It doesn’t surprise me though. And it’s not the first time something like this has happened where I feel protected in some way. It’s comforting and reassuring that someone is looking after me. I believe my husband is my assigned guardian angel.
I think having a guardian angel is a way of saying “I know you can’t do this alone and you’ll never have to. An angel is there to protect you.”
